Seated from my chair's vantage point, I noticed that a stack of four looked to be suspiciously just about the same height as my small desk. So after learning that nothing was expected to happen with them, I simply slid the piles across the floor, flush next to mine; and extended it quite colorfully into the executive style corner office desk I now fantasized it to be.
Hey, this was a cool desk. Blake would have a desk like this, I thought.
Space was tight; the beer fit.
Still, every Friday from then on, my fancy desk got one or two Sapporo case-sizes smaller - my shelving design more creative, as we took a regular case or two home to the Intern House for the weekend.
All 15 of us lived together on the beach.
It was a fine time.