It's 8pm, and the bar is completely empty. It's just me, and the owners dog, Misty.
Between 8 and 10pm, it is happy hour(s), and I think it's fair to say that during this time, we have the cheapest drinks in Cala Millor. The bar is stocked, every glass is clean, we have 2 TVs showing whatever is requested, a pool table, and free wifi.
But the bar is empty, why?
Well if I knew the answer to that, I'd probably work on rectifying it, if I could. It's possible that The Cwtch, not on the main strip (20 metres up a side road) is low on foot-fall. Having a bar or restaurant along the main promenade is likely to pick up the undecided, as long as it looks appealing. Clean tables, lights, and a board displaying half price drinks would likely do the job down there by the sea. Unfortunately, I can't pick the bar up and move it, so what else can be done?
Ticketing or flyering, advertising a business is not allowed here. Both the person handing out the tickets, and the business can be fined if caught, and I'm not really down on breaking the law for the sake of my place of work. The fine would be something like a 6 week power-down - no thank you.
It's now 8:12, still no custom. I wonder if I'll be able to write all I want before I am required to do anything else. Even though my hourly rate is the equivalent of a 15 year old stacking shelves in Asda, I still feel a bit guilty that I'm sat here doing nothing. Seriously though, I've done all my jobs and there is nothing to do.
Across the road there is a Spanish bar, that one looks fairly busy, and I bet the drinks are twice the price right now. Mid paragraph, I've changed the music - I'm now listening to a Spanish radio channel.
Aha! Customers! And they are Welsh too! Two vodka and cokes coming right up! I feel like dedicating this blog to these guys, who'd heard a rumour there was a Welsh bar near their hotel. A shame they didn't find the place earlier, it's their last night, but at least they arrived during happy hour(s). Two vodkas, one coke to mix, 8 seconds pour time, 3 ice cubes....
Whoa, it's twenty to ten, where did the last hour go? Oh yeah, this couple bent my ear off, and two more Welsh couples arrived too. They were all pleasantly surprised to hear that it is happy hour. Personally, I'm not convinced they all had no idea.
And the boss is back, which means It is time for me to clock off. I'm taking advantage of the onsite oven, and supermarket next door - pizza time, and the dog has come inside to see me. It's probably time for her dinner, my last task before I head home.
Hang on a minute, it's still happy hour(s). Go on then, I'll have one bottle of beer before I head home.
Chat to you all soon!