You'll all be relieved to know that when I got home this evening my shower was restored to a working state and I have since taken what is quite possibly the best and most satisfying shower of my entire life. Sadly, my bathroom is still a mess (the tiler did a terrible job of removing the excess grout and left his filthy tape measure behind for my measuring pleasure) but I don't care because I am clean.
I have to say, though, I was very tempted by Katie's enticing offer to avail myself of her, ah, facilities--toddler step stool and all--but there's nothing like getting all those intimate nooks and crannies clean in the comfort of your own shower. And boy did they need it! I gotta tell ya, a sponge bath just don't cut it, if you know what I'm saying. Of course you don't, and I hope you never do. The last couple of days have been worse than camping--at least when you're camping people expect you to look dirty and smell bad! I had to work, fer cryin' out loud!
Anyway, it's all over now and hopefully I'll never need to go through that again. And I'm not gonna hold my breath for any kind of compensation or even an apology from my management company. Their attitude throughout this whole debacle has been disinterested at best and downright rude at worst. Ah well, I guess things could have turned out much worse.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go shave my legs.