June 19th 2008

It actually happened. I left Chilli Blue Backpackers. Well, got kicked out of, Chilli Blue Backpackers. Last week, I said to Andrea 'It's funny how we're so uncertain about when we're leaving, because everyday we are so certain that we'll be sleeping here tonight'

Honestly, it's exactly life. Our last night, we had no idea it was our last night. But if we knew it was our last night.. it probably couldn't have been better.

First, a bunch of us played a drinking game called 'slap the goon' it was alright, drinking games are so fucking lame sometimes, it's like you have rules to drink your drink. And they're so funny too because there's no actual ending, people just become really tipsy and kinda just drift out of the group and do whatever. Lol.

So that was that. We were supposed to go out, and watch Sweden v. Russia was it? On TV at some bar at like, 4am. But theat never happened because we all ended up partying on our balcony. It was fantastic. Usually the courtyard gets all the attention but people started coming into our room and the balcony, and Ryan & Barney bought along this cool guy from their work, it's was loads of fun.. Goon galore and we were all getting pretty drunk, we ended up with tons of toilet paper somehow, and I was wrapping myself in it, Kings of Leon brothers and Tokyo Police Club kept us company.. it was just FUN.

People started leaving in the end, me and Christine usually always find each other toward the end of the night and start being drunktards together, so we went down to the kitchen and I made this mean Chicken Schnitzel sandwich, and then we started dancing on the seats to the TV, I had the remote and I turned the volume right up and Martin was trying to grab the remote off me to turn it down (he was sober) and then I don't really know what happened.. I think we just went back up and fucked around in the hallways.

At one point, I threw a wine glass off our balcony onto the roof next to us, and Christine threw a plate.

Magnus was doing his magic tricks it was freaking me the fuck out and it made me smile so hard I thought my face was gonna come off.

Anyway.. great night that was.

So this morning. At 9am, we all got woken up by 'You three, get up, your leaving, your being evicted, get all your shit together and get the hell outta here' Confused out of our brains, we asked Mike (the guy who said this, manager of Chilli Blue) Why? and he said 'Don't argue with me just do it'

He left the room, we all got up like 'What what what' and the 3 of us went down to see WHAT THE FUCK WAS UP.

As soon as we got down there, Mike was like, 'Where are your bags?' Then came the yelling.. Mike said 'Okay Andrea you have a chance of staying, but Ruby and Christine, you are out 100%' We asked why, and he just wouldn't fucking tell us. He just wouldn't even say a word.

Going down to reception the first time is a bit of a blur because we were so tired and confused just waking straight up to something like that.

So much stuff was just going through our heads, like why why why what what what the fuck?!? Then Mike said he'll talk to Andrea only, but not us.

NOTE: Mike is a deranged boring stale distraught lonelybutiwontadmitit person. Oh, slash manager of a place for the complete opposite to stay..

So we all went back upstairs to our room and did our heads in with this guessing game mike likes to play about what the fucking reason could be with this bullshit. We were thinking and thinking about what it could've been, and thought maybe we did something reeeeally bad while we were drunk the night before, but because we couldn't really remember everything we were just. I don't even know. It was just so shocking, I paid for another month the night before so it was like, so sudden, there was no 'feeling' of this ever happening.

So Andrea went downstairs to talk with Mike, and came back and told us he showed her a video from the survellience camera from the night before.

And you know what video it was? It was the one of me and Christine dancing on the fucking seats to Oasis on TV, and mike narrowmind twathead must've got the wrong idea about what Martin was trying to do, it obviously looked like he was trying to calm me down, but no he wanted the remote. I know that for a fact. I was there. Duh.

This same morning, a guy from next door also brought a box over filled with broken glass and rubbish. Mike wouldv'e obviously pointed his finger straight at us, it obviously came from our balcony, but it just hurts that he's pinned it straight onto me and Christine. For one thing, the shards from the glass that I threw and the plate Christine threw, didn't even land on the ground, infact they're in the gutter around the rooftop next to us, and theres no camera anywhere where he couldv'e found out it was us.

We had plenty of people up there last night, I can't STAND IT when people blame one person or in this case two for something alot have done. Or even worse when they blame whoever they feel like out of whoever they thought 'did it'.

So she also told us that he said I was 'useless' and that 'I can go back to New Zealand' and go live with my Dad, because he's not my dad. He said that Christine was an idiot moron also.

So this is what he showed to Andrea, and even though we can all think if that was anyone else he wouldn't kick them out, or it's just not a ligitimate reason, blah blah blah, I personally think everything just snowballed really.

I mean, the day before, when I was at work (I was working for Mike, cleaning/housekeeping at the other place he manages up the road) I was stripping this bed right, and he stands in the doorway and watches me do it. Here I am feeling completely awkward. And he goes to the 2 indonesian guys that I'm working with, 'Do you need her?' and they were like 'No you can take her away' then he was like to me 'This work is obviously not for you, come with me'

I felt like I was in trouble at fucking school again, we all know that feeling, that vast feeling of being in trouble, and it was just like that.

So he took me into his office, all while saying to me while I'm nearly in tears, 'I don't know how you'll ever get a job, your too slow, how is anyone going to hire you' and then he made me clean out his office all day, first he grabbed old binders off his shelf and started tearing out all these old faxes and whatnot and just started screwing them up and throwing then on the floor one after the other and was like hurry up, pick them all up and put them in a rubbish bag, fast'

It was a pretty horrible day. I just wanted to walk out of there in tears. Dickhead.

So what I mean by snowballed, and Sally the cleaner at Chilli Blue pretty much summed it up today was like, the little things. Like how we left dishes in our room, using the cups as ashtrays, putting tons of shit on our walls (posters etc.) I don't know really, I think I just have the feeling that he had had enough, maybe he just wanted that room to be back to a backpacker room, for backpackers not for people that don't know when they're leaving that turn it into their new home.

Room 20 was beautiful.

So anyway, it was all pretty shocking, so then me and Christine went down to try and get a reason why were were being kicked out out of Mike.

So first off, we go down to reception. And as much as we didn't even want to see Mike and avoid it all, we had to. And it was a nightmare.

First off, actually I don't know what we first said it was probably just something like 'We want to know what is going on'

So it pretty much consisted of this, Me and Christine: talk to us talk to us talk to us Mike. Mike: Ignoring the hell out of us and turning his music up so he can't hear us. It was horrible. It's exactly how you could imagine.

We were there for about 20mins just trying and trying to get him to talk to us, and here we are just trying and trying and persuading hiim to tell us why, and all he has to say is 'Get out, just leave you have to leave now, you have 20minutes before checkout time'

I said we have a right to know why we should leave, and he said we have no rights at all because he's a private business or some shit.

It was really hard, we were using all our energy, trying to get him to talk and all he could say were things like, your leaving today, go and pack your bags. It was so freaking weird, we just couldn't understand what the fuck his problem was. We ended up thinking it was just him being a depressed fucker and taking it out on us.

The question is, if he's all anal about us being drunk last night, then I can easily say, who the fuck provided all the alcohol? What the fuck do you expect from young drunk people? How can you expect less even, from people who are fucking dancing on the couch?

Do you know how much alcohol they provided for the hostel?! Like, tons! WHAT DOES HE EXPECT!?!??!?!????????????

So we just gave up on this twat, and I walked away and was like Christine let's just go, let's just get the fuck out of here it's not gonna work.

So we went up and started what looked like the impossible.. PACKING. Honestly, we don't live out of our 'backpacks'. We MOVED IN to room 20, seriously. It was like quarter to eleven when we started, and we finished at about 4pm.

About half an hour into packing, we hadn't eaten, and our minds had pretty much had a thrashing and we were feeling pretty upset so we thought if we had a good breakfast we'd feel a bit better and more fit for what we knew was gonna be a long day.

So we went down and had a big breakfast. Eggs, oranges, milk, blah. I cooked Chicken and broccoli too for my dinner for that day, so I must've used about 3 pans in that time.

I washed my dishes before I ate, and while I was eating outside with Christine, I keft my chicken cooking.

When I finished breakfast, I put my chicken into a container for later and took it upstairs with me for the rest of our packing.

Forward about 3-4 hours, we were ready to leave. There was no time for anyone to even know we were leaving, it was just so weird today.

So we went down, gave back our keys, got our refunds for our stay, and I got my wages for the work I did housekeeping for the week.

The pan I used to cook my chicken in was sitting in front of Mike, dirty still. I had forgotten to wash it. I actually did, I must've just put all my food in a container from it, stuck it in the sink straight away, got all my food together in the kitchen and just left and went up to pack forgetting to wash my pan.

I must sound like doing your dishes is fucking strict at Chilli Blue, it's a rule to do it, but sooo many dishes accumulate every day for Sally to do the next day so it's nothing new.

He stuck it in front of me and said 'You can keep this, take it with you' I was like I don't need it'

He went on to tell me he short paid me $45 of my money for the pan, the lid, and even the fucking spoon, just because I did'nt wash it.

I explained that it was a complete crock of shit and that I could simply just go and wash it again so I could have back my $45, but still. He didn't even hesitate to negotiate. He did the 'turn the music up ignore you I can't hear you' game'

I was in tears and so furious with how he was treating me. I hate being ignored.

I went up to clean the fucking pan, brought it back down and gave it to him exactly how I got it out of the cupboard, and demanded back my money, in tears still, with Christine beside me trying to get him to come around. But still, 'the treatment'

We left.

We found another place just around the corner called the palms.

2 of our good friends who we shared room 20 and weed with for about a month are staying here, Arthur and Sabrina. So it's ok.

This day feels so blurry kinda. The fact we're not in Chilli Blue I think will sink in later.

A group of us went out for coffee tonight, me and Christine being the only ones not from Chilli, and Margo was telling us that people are shocked about what's happened, and that people miss us.

My little bear Stefan, told Margo he misses me alot already, and I felt so sad, I gave a note from me to Margo to give to him with my email and stuff. He's gonna show me the opshops in Newtown I can't wait.

It's just weird. But it's exactly how it goes. Nothing ever goes to plan, unexpected thing are expected, and we left when we didn't even know it.

Apart of me is in that backpackers, stuff happened there that I'll remember for life, and things happened that are gonna gear me for the world.

I appreciated it so much, and I'll never forget it.

Far out..