worst morning ever, thanks to tweedledum and tweedledee!

so this morning, i somehow manage to snooze my alarm into not ringing ever again (or i turned it off in my sleep). i wake with a start at 9. dammit! jump out of bed to the noise of the pounding and hammering upstairs. they're ripping down a wall or just breaking things, or both. hear someone yelling about what incompetent idiots they are. whatever, fine. go to the bathroom, am attired for my shower (which is to say, not at all) and turn on the shower. wait for a moment for the water temp to even out. am about to step into it when it stops. just no more. try the sink, same thing. they turned off my goddamn water.
so i'm pissed. no shower, no brushing my teeth, and no coffee. are you kidding me? i storm into the bedroom and yell about it to jp. he wanders out to the kitchen and then they start banging on our door. i'm wearing a bra and socks at the moment, and jp is wearing boxers and a tshirt. he decides to put on pants before answering the door (which i think is generally a good plan). we keep yelling "hang on!" but they keep pounding and i can hear the chain lock strain as they open the door anyways. um, ok. so i throw on my robe and run out to the living room yelling "hang on!" yet again. they have the door open as much as the chain lock allows and so i close it, undo the chain, and reopen the door. they look at me in my robe, totally pissed off by everything that's happened in the 3 minutes that i've been awake, and we have this interaction:
tweedledum: "uhhhh...there was an accident upstairs and we had to turn off your water." [the yelling remark about incompetent idiots comes back to me. it is obviously the fault of these two]
me (pissed): "i know. i was just about to shower."
tweedledee: "yeah, sorry. we have to check your kitchen cabinets to make sure there aren't any leaks."
me: "fine, come in."

i storm off to go finish getting dressed and i turn around right before i hit the hallway. my front door is wide open. tweedledum walked in, i'm in my robe, and he leaves the front door open behind him? sirius is making a beeline for the lobby. so i yell "hey, i have cats!!" and tweedledum stupidly turns around and tells tweedledee to shut the door. except tweedledee isn't there, so i go shut the door myself. slam it, in fact

are you freakin kidding me? you're stupid enough to bust up some pipe and have to turn off the water for an entire building AND you can't close a door behind you while there's someone in a robe in the apartment???

before you think i'm a giant bitch towards maintenance men in general, i want to tell you about the last guy that came over to repair something. two maintenance men knocked on our door, and told me they had to bleed all of our radiators. i got all excited and asked them if this meant it would be warmer and he said yes. i think i jumped up and down (it had been cold for several days in our place). i had just made cookies, so i asked him if he wanted some, and gave him homemade cookies. he was super professional, asked us if it was ok for him to go into rooms that we weren't in and thanked me profusely for the cookies.
that's how i treat competent professionals. tweedledum and tweedledee were not in any way competent or professional.
grrrrr, i say. grrrrr.