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There are moments I remember all the brewhaha of working in a world where happy hour meant a $15 glass of house wine in a leather chair at a righteous bar. I felt so powerful. Laughing, that's easier to do with a gazillion dollars in your pocket. It's a little less fun when you realize one bar tab is your entire grocery budget for the month.