It is every TD’s dream to be in the good graces of a partner (or be the partner himself) that likes to take the younger consultants out for Happy Hours. These so-called ‘Happy Hours’ have many different variations, not the least of which is your typical drunken brouhaha in a dark pub set below street level in {your city here}.
These Happy Hours present some golden opportunities, so pick your poison:
- Brush elbows by brown-nosing with any present Partners or Senior Managers pretending you’re the cream of the crop (of course, you are the cream of the crop if you’re a total dickhead, duuuuh!)
- Drink excessive amounts of top shelf liquor, particularly the Grand Marnier, Glenlivet, Courvosier types, or the most expensive import beers of the day.
- In your typical shit-faced Type A style, approach the hot, voluptuously breasted new hire analyst you’ve had your eye on since you helped to recruit her into the firm last year (be sure to get to her before the Partner does. “Hey, I keep getting older… but the analysts stay the same age.”).
I personally enjoy Happy Hour since it allows me express my TD-ness, flashing my new Allen Edmonds shoes, Canali shirt, and Ferragamo slacks; Clients fucking love me.