Bad Romanian day

Morning started: Going to work at the Primaria (mayor's office)
-chain of bike got tangled and I was dragging and huffing and rearranging the chain all the way to work.
- 4 dogs chased me on my bike on my way home from work.
- my project with my organization suddenly became "my" project and I was "informed" in the "it's not you, it's us": there's no help in funding it...and I realized I have to do everything myself to keep it working: research costs, printing, distributing, etc...

After that fun, I had to go to the city to get some stuff done, and here's what had to get done:
1. Pick up a muffin tin from a girl, a muffin tin that was bought in the capitol of Romania and has had to travel between 5 intermediates to reach me.
2. Pick up 3rd book to the Twilight series form a lady.
3. Print out 200 copies of our local newspaper to distribute in my village.
4. Pick up a package delivered to the city post office.

How many items got done? => 0
-Muffin tin girl was out of town
-Book was inside a closed building
- All the employees got the day off and I found out the morning of on my way there.
- I arrived 10 mins late and my plea of "I live in a village and this is a far ways go travel," did not melt the icy heart I faced.

Ergo, I went shopping, for food cause that's comforting and I wanted to make the trip worth something.

Then I got home from my long day: 1/2 at the Primaria and 1/2 in the city and realized it was too late to buy gas for my stove...
Then I had to get wood ready for warmth, and I got a nice deep splinter in the middle of my palm while trying to shove wood into the soba.

At that point, I realized I was having a bad day...and then I took a hot hot shower, and decided to just watch a movie and have a downkey evening,
then sleep.

Oh, and I was afraid that my chicken of 2 weeks old in the fridge would go bad, so I attempted to cook it and it wasn't charred black!! I was surprised, and so my 11pm snack was an okay ending to my day.