I love being in the country. I love this grand old home.
First it started with Bertha, the loud and rumbling basement furnace in the original part of the house that can be clearly heard and felt four floors up. And the newer furnace in the new part of the house, nameless to date, who wouldn't go off. At all. The owner had the balls to tell me to open windows! After a 9k oil bill for 5 weeks, I told him not to di€k around and do something. So he sends Stinky, a useless one with bad breath who stands to close and tied to give me the once over. I corrected that right away and he hasn't been seen since. And the cheapest landlord on the planet who believes his cheap, quick fixes really work. Karma, baby, karma. The flagstone front steps had grout that loosened. With a little investigating, it was revealed that a neighbourhood kid who was hired to fix them never cemented them down and someone almost split their head open leaving here one day as it tipped without proper distribution of weight and fell out of it's place leaving its victim tottering for dear life. Allah, Allah but it gets better. And when the pool was opened, the flags surrounding it are still loose.
The 50', 11' deep pool needed a draining and an acid wash. Which I didn't have in my lease as my project. 
And the poor little cottage desperately needed interior paint and basically a total facelift inside to make her pretty and sweet again. But the owner is dragging his feet paying.
Then the grounds that haven't been touched in years. Box woods planted too close to the road that perished from salt and chemicals that were laid down this brutal winter had to be removed. Bushes around the house needed removal because the gutters weren't cleaned in ages and slabs of ice ended their little lives. Damaging limbs had to be removed and privet hedges needed a haircut. Now the grand entry looks, well, grand. Well, except for the rotted wooden gate the owner won't replace. 
The vegetable garden was so overgrown that it took 2 men 2 days to pull weeds and remove rocks to prepare it for some highly anticipated organic, non GMO-ed vegetables and berries. Woohoo! And there's even a tiny pond with three frogs in the garden that a previous tenant must have constructed.
The gas fireplace between the new master and it's jacuzzi bath has to be fiddled with by a plumbing and heating specialist for its maiden warm-up. It was never even hooked up. Speaking of the new master, the little Juliet balcony with a view of the pool has rotted out. 
The door knob in the pool house fell off in my hands one day. The flooding down there has to be revisited. "Noah!" And at first I thought replacing a few toilet seats and under-cabinet lighting was a priority. Hah!
It only took the owner 5 months to get the dishwasher cranking agian as well as the Garland stoves' ovens heating at all.
This weeks drama: the septic system backed up last Saturday leaving turds in one section of the dogs fenced in area and smells like, wait for it...shit! No kidding. And 3 of the dogs stand ankle-deep munching away whenever I turn my back for a moment. And the stench! Oy vey is mir. They smell like little mobile sewers and the whole back yard reeks. Little sh£thead:
When the owner finally arranged a service pump out 6 days later, the tech told me the Board of Health has to be notified and the owner has to spend upwards of 25k usd to leech the leech fields or re-dig them or something time consuming and costly. Yes, he's gonna shit :) like I said, Karma, baby, Karma.