Man is this thread hitting me...
Brand new roof, part of our purchase requirements, leaked from day One ~ 16 months later it was finally fixed (fortunately we live in the desert but when it rains here it rains hard). Original roofer skipped town, reemerged but then couldn't do it because he was robbed and beaten up apparently (karma?), so we moved onto a grand total of eight more roofing companies - seven of which did nothing but shit talk the job and claim the leak didn't need fixing the entire roof needed pulled and replaced. Finally number eight, found the issue and repaired it in four hours for $500.
The aforementioned electrical bullshit.
Irrigation pipes burst last winter... four different landscape & irrigation guys came out and moaned about the shit job that had been done originally and wouldn't touch the repair unless they could pull everything and do it over... estimates ranged from 12k to this one bloated peckerweed who walked the property eating Cheetos with Cheeto powder cascading down his triple chin onto his 24 month pregnant gut and then blurted out, "I can do this right, twenty seven thousand with a 36 month guarantee." Told him to go fυck himself - I was at the end of my rope and also knew he could never kick my ass because he couldn't catch me. Called me a "SUNNABITCH" and drove away.
Next day Googled the job, read up, watched two YouTube videos, bought tools and did the damn thing myself.
Huge back deck with about 4000 coats of paint that was seriously dry rotting... called a decking company - astronomical, called a concrete contractor - amazingly astronomical, called a start up landscaping & "decorative"
👎 concrete guy... reasonable price but wanted 4k to demo the deck.
Demo'd it myself during July, just about killed me (each day was around 112 degrees) but got it done and saved some coin on the job.
They came out to do the job two months late, did a great job on this small area of astro turf but the main thrust of the job, the concrete, seriously screwed up the French drains (it floods now when it rains) and the concrete itself - I know concrete cracks - but this stuff is cracking like grandma's Christmas rock candy.
I don't even go out back any longer to avoid being in a pissed off mood.
Wife keeps saying "Once we put raised flower boxes and chairs and tables out there it'll look great!" Bless her. And yeah, only because all that will be covering up the 12 thousand dollars I threw away on the job.
Not dropping a single dime on improvements until I recover my sanity from all this -- and find tradespeople that come with a huge list of vouches from folks I know and trust.