Pimpery pays

Thursday, June 16th, 2005 | General

I like what I’m doing now. I like the people I work for. Outside of the development team, it’s kind of a “Good Ol’ Boy’s Club”. Some of these people have been here for decades and will do business with you because they share similar interests with you. I kind of like that.

I’ve discovered that this place has a terrible problem with waste. The Big Wigs have no problem flushing money down the toilet to find a solution to a poorly defined problem. They’re looking to bring in as many as 6 - 7 new consultants despite acknowledging that there’s nothing for this fresh meat to actually do at the moment.

Wait a minute. What’s stopping me from becoming a vendor to my client and placing consultants to fill their new need? My contract agreement prevents me from bypassing my pimp, er agency who collects some unknown sum of money every single hour I work. But nothing in that agreement forbids me from becoming a pimp myself and making money off of the guy I place in the cube behind me. Every hour he works, I’d get paid.

I called up a sharp former co-worker who lost his job last Friday at that Fortune 500 company. Apparently, the department we both worked in collapsed under the weight of its own incompetence. He sent me his resume. They’ve scheduled an interview, which appears to be only a formality. They’re planning to hire him just because I recommended him.

I know how much they’re willing to pay. After all, they can afford me + my pimp’s premium. I also know what my former co-worker wants to make. The difference between the two is nearly 50% of my hourly rate. That’s insane.

I did the math. After wiping the puddle of drool that collected on my Mac’s keyboard, I decided to go even further. I’m posting a classified ad on one of the tech job sites. I’m going to place as many bodies in these cubes as I possibly can.

If all goes well, I’m going to have to get a pimp hat and cup. They tell me that pimpin’ ain’t easy. Well, I’m up for the challenge.