Rejection of false efficiency!
Later on, Bad Jack kicked himself for not seeing how bad that lunch went. At the time it seemed to go, well, not great but not bad, either. He had made sure that there was nobody around to snoop; just him and Jimmy and a bunch of eats on a table, just like in the old days where you made your own sandwich. Nothing formal, hey?
But Just Jimmy was still a little stiff about it. “No waiters?” he said. “You finally toss ‘em out on their ears?”
Bad Jack gave him a look. “Don’t bust my balls on this, Jimmy. I gotta have, you know, an entourage. Give people stuff to do.”
“Yeah, sure, but these guys are all cripples and geezers. The old days, they’d be from the crew. Reliable.” Jimmy looked disgusted. “Not workers.”
That had bothered Bad Jack too, at the start, but… “I need every guy I can trust out there earning for me, Jimmy. Let these guys clean the plates and pour the wine. I wanna save my crew for the tricky stuff.” And even if I didn’t, the Consortium gets real pissy about kicking ‘cripples and geezers’ out. ‘False efficiency,’ they call it.