Harry Conradie was a bartender at Jaqueline’s Bar in East London. He was dedicated to his work. Of course there are fights that break out in a bar that frightens me, but that comes with the territory, he thought. He liked mixing alcohol and that was why being here gave him joy.
The pay enabled him to pay back his cash loans. He’d taken out these loans to pay for his car, his house and his caravan. He also had a wife and a child for whom he had to provide.
He had had a stable job when he bought these three things. He had been a car mechanic for six years before the owner retrenched him, and another mechanic, because his business was not making much of a profit. Conradie felt that he had to pay his loans back, therefore sitting at home was not an option. He popped by the bar to see if they had had any vacancies and he was lucky that they had this one. Moneyshop provided an easy solution to his financial problems through loans.
From time to time, people who knew that he was a mechanic would bring their car to him to be fixed and he would charge them a reasonable fee.
Once, one of the customers who had been at the bar, was telling him about his car troubles. He offered to fix them for him. The man paid a good price for the repairs. He’d said that he did not expect to find a car mechanic at the bar, but had been lucky that he had.
After that happened, Conradie advertised his business in grocery stores like Spar, as well as on Gumtree. He had received a customer here and there that way.
He’d hoped that the advertising would bring in enough customers so that he could do it full time, but alas, that had not been the case.
He’d learnt to mix different drinks when he was still in high school and it surprised him that this was what kept him alive. He would use it as a way to make money back then, offering it to students who had been throwing parties. He was a genius at mixing the drinks. He thought that he’d never want to actually indulge though, it was the making of them that he’d enjoyed.
Many customers would want to buy him a drink, but he would refuse pointing to the tip bottle instead. He’d grown up in a home that alcohol had been abused and as a child he promised himself that he could never go down that road.