When times are bad, drink. And drink we do. Friday evening happy hours have become institutionalized at our firm and if I may take an guess, everyone loves it. It’s nice when people come together after a long, hard week to cry, laugh and gossip. I guess this is what they call culture; the little things that matter, that make you rethink, twice, about competing offers. After four hours at a bar, I’m home.. together with my big baby dog. TGIF!