I hate them. Finding a good one is so hard. I hate renting from property management companies. Poorly maintained concrete beehives with maintenance staff that no one else would hire. So my wife and I rented the second floor of this old fella's house. The neighbourhood is nice and quiet, it's almost like stepping back in time. People are friendly, they wave, walk their dogs, kids play in the street, etc, etc,. But... most people that own homes and rent a floor don't know jack. Apparently the house is 80+ years old. The first owner had it for 40 years and this guy has had it for the other 40. He's never put a cent into the apartment. There's no insulation, the bathroom subfloor under the old linoleum is rotting (we could smell it as soon as the cold weather came and we closed the windows) and I just found out that the outlets aren't grounded. At all. Any of them. He's a nice guy, a retired bus driver, with a drinking problem and we don't know if his memory problem is a result of age or alcohol. We've mentioned maintenance issues before that he never remembers so I pressed the other day. He sent his handyman. Despite the odour and the floor so lumpy and bumpy it's like walking on one of those air castles the guy didn't even look under the linoleum, just said "it's old" and replaced the toilet with a water saving low flow job for the landlord's benefit, not ours (utilities are included in the rent). We know a rotting subfloor in a bathroom when I smell it. My wife and I both have building and reno backgrounds and her dad builds houses but whatever. I asked the handyman to check the outlets since every one gives me a wiring fault with my surge bars and our tester. Turns out nothing here is grounded. The old guy asked his handyman how much it would cost to bring the wiring up to code. The guy said "a lot" and explained the work involved so the landlord said "Oh, well, forget about it then". Excuse me? What? And the kicker today... we told him back in the early summer the bathroom wall bleeds nicotine. We have to wash the walls and ceiling every two weeks. He forgot about it. We reminded him. He said we'd never told him but today he offered me a case of beer to do the bathroom for him. I explained to him how much work is involved with smoke damaged, nicotine smoked walls and he thinks I'll do it for a case of beer. Seriously, what is wrong with people? Ok, rant over.