I used to manage a large region for a staffing company. If you know anything about the staffing business, let's just say it's pretty high stress and cut throat. And getting new business is brutal. Your prospects hate (hate with a capital H) you. Don't get me started on how many buildings I've been thrown out of. Fortunately, as hard won as they are, your clients love you (until their purchasing departments find someone cheaper, regardless of the quality, but I'm not bitter).
So... my message is... celebrations were important. Thus.. the legend of the French martini.
One of the offices I "managed" (those are real air quotes) was in Beverly Hills. The original crew was J, J, R, and S. And then we added C and A. They were sooooo good. I would hire each and every one of them again if I could.
Anyway, these people liked being rewarded with nights out at martini bars or dinners at The Palm. Oh yeah. Cone of silence on all of that.
I think it began with a foray to Nic's Beverly Hills...
And then somehow we ended up at Encounter at LAX... And we were trying to teach the bartender how to make the "French Martini." Naturally, he was quite condescending.
The rest of the group ended up flying to Las Vegas on a whim. Seriously... I wanted to go.... DAMN! I can still visualize them as they took off in J's car.