Ahh the joys of property management...

I manage about 150 rental houses for a living. I love my job, but like any other job, it has it's good qualities and bad. Today, I experienced the bad. Really bad. Usually when a tenant moves out of a property, I go and assess the damage and take pictures (in case they owe us money for the damages and I need proof in court that there actually WAS damage). The house I went to today is officially the worst house I have been in in my entire career (which is 21 years...I've been doing this my entire life!) Wouldn't you like to see some of the pictures I took? I thought so! But I warn you, they will make you cringe:

This is a picture of a wall. Lovely grease stains there.


Lovely living room set. And a wonderfully clean floor.


Ahh yes. This is my favorite. This my friends, is where the television sat. The stuff on the wall is roach feces. The stuff on the table you ask? More roach feces and baby roaches! Now doesn't that just make you all warm inside?


These pictures really don't do the place justice. Normally I take somewhere between 15-30 pictures, depending on how bad the place is. At this house, I took 67. And I wish I could have captured the smell in there. I had my jacket covering my nose, breathing out of my mouth and STILL I could hardly concentrate on picture-taking because of the smell. Now doesn't this make you want to join my line of work?? I thought so.