After the 10 Dias de Democracia Global, we had about 10 million sodas left over. Coke sponsored the event and gave us way too much stuff and we have nothing to do with it. I lugged this stuff from place to place about 8 times and would like to think that I have developed an intimate relationship with these sodas.
Before I do any task or job I always ask how many cocas I am going to get before considering doing it. It's like I'm 5 years old and soda is a real form of currency to me. At the end of every day, what I do is fill up my backpack with sodas and orange juice boxes. The one risk is bringing them in the same bag as my computer and one exploding on my computer. I think I am probably going to keep bringing sodas until one explodes and my computer dies.
As a result underneath my desk is becoming a mess of juice and sodas. (I don't consider beer bottles as part of the mess, they create ambience.).
The closet in my room:
Just kidding, these are both from the office where we have make-shift storage set-up. While we were piling these in I think someone got trapped under the stack pictured below, however I'm not worried yet. The Chilean miners have proven you can last quite a long time trapped under similar conditions.
Last weird tidbit: The sodas expire (which is weird in itself because I don't really think of sodas as something that can expire) before the juice boxes. A little counter-intuitive/ unnatural, hmmm, hmmm?
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