Eric, the Bar Manager (and the about-to-quit other bartender where I work) called Joey, the Head of Food And Beverage, and asked why we hadn’t been restocked on various alcoholic goods we’ve run out of.
“Well, the liquor distributor refuses to deliver until (company that owns the place I work and the restauraunt that Joey manages downtown) pays their bill.” Apparently, they’re so far behind that the distributor just said fuck you, we’re not giving you anything until you pay.
I swear to god, if my paycheck bounces (as it apparently did for one former employee), I’m quitting on the spot.