LOL...Tell me about it!!
We lived in a Victorian for 13 years (rented) owned by a widowed lady who lived vicariously through her houses. I got a break on rent by agreeing to help her here & there to maintain & manage tenants for them.
Talk about a second full time job! ....and picky,picky,picky! Everything had to be correct moulding, sash, doors & frames, windows & glass, milled floorboards, and on & on!! I remember she nearly went to tears when she couldn't get lead-based paint any more!
'Course you could never hang a picture straight in that place because the windows didn't match the wall corners, floor & ceiling edges etc... and 12' ceilings with (original) un-insulated walls meant for expensive winters (as well as weekly earthquakes with the washer going on spin-cycle!) Original cast-iron external plumbing meant walking around with a hand torch to restore water on occasion as well...
One of my biggest ass-chewings came after I was practicing martial arts in the living room when my shoe flew off & went through a front window. I had the glass guy come & replace it and made sure it was installed and puttied to perfection. About six months later, while peering through the windows she noticed the lack of (wavy) imperection in the new glass verses the old! I guess I should've fessed up the first time after the fact ;-)
I also got to take care of her original '57 Caddy and drive it in parades! Fun times (as well as educational
