Distribution Issues, Missing Deliveries and Broken Promises

Things have not gone to plan.

A simple, hard truth is a lot more difficult to swallow than a sweet tasting lie.

We have all of us been deceived. It turns out that the corporate landscape that comes with the territory of the brewing game is a tough one to play, especially when half of the employees in your factory are caught up in their own twisted games of blackmail and corruption. Over a year ago now we were honoured to have the most Excellent Grand Inquisitor, David Shemmington, come to our factory to take charge of an investigation into our employees.

At the time, our operation had suffered it’s first major setback, an explosion caused us to cease production for a number of months – this cost us thousands, but that initial loss is peanuts, when compared to the price that we paid the Grand Inquisitor to come and unearth the disloyal members of our group. After hundreds of intensive interviews that ran for nearly a month and left thirty employees unable to work for the rest of the year, we were no closer to discovering the cause of the explosion. The Grand Inquisitor is considered the best in the business, if there were any corporate conspiracies being bandied about then he would have discovered them.

Despite Shemmington coming up empty handed, we were contractually obliged to pay his company his retainer. Our workforce had been thoroughly shaken by the experience, as a result, many of our supervisors were reporting low motivation amongst the lower ranks.

The first sign that things were starting to go really wrong was the broken security cameras. There were over 300 cameras installed on the premises when we first started producing beer, more than the average factory.

Why so many, you ask?

It’s not that we don’t trust our employees, it’s that the secrets to our Ale and Diet Ale are simply too precious to risk losing to our competitors. It soon became apparent that the threat of company secrets being disseminated within the industry was real and it was our own employees, clearly somewhat jilted by their collective experience with the Grand Inquisitor, that were the ones leaking secrets.

Within a month of the Inquisitor leaving more than half of the security cameras has been smashed, disconnected or spray painted. If we’d been operating under normal circumstances, we would have simply replaced them, but due to the low capital that we were running on at the same time, all we could do was replace them with fake replicas and hope that they would deter our employees from engaging in any further forms of sabotage.

It didn’t work.

So much good will had been eroded between the upper echelons of the company and the factory grunts (apparently being referred to as ‘grunts’ was one of the reasons they revolted in the first place) that thousands of litres of Mayflower Ale and Diet Ale somehow never made it onto the distribution trucks. The resulting missed deliveries caused us to breach contract with several major retailers, which has left us in the position we are in today…

Bankrupt, rueing our chances and so damn thirsty.