It's your second week as the property manager of a small, rundown complex on the outskirts of town. The entire place goes up in flames when one of your elderly residents accidentally puts her lit cigarette on her bedspread.

The county health department cites your property for health violations after they discover a rat the size of a small child living in an empty unit. Your only regret is that you didn't make the rat pay rent.

It's a hot summer, and the air conditioning keeps going out in your units. Your office, however, has a window overlooking the pool…and all the cute girls in bikinis.

Several tenants report that a resident and her guests are acting suspiciously. You call the cops, and are hailed as a local hero when it turns out the resident was running a bootleg catering operation out of her apartment.

After twenty years of working at bigger and bigger properties, you finally land a job at a super-pricey high-rise in Seattle. As a baseball fanatic, you couldn't be more pleased: Half the Mariners live in your building.