I spent two and a half days surrounded by people from Coca-Cola.
We stayed at the Hilton Garden Inn, conveniently owned by Coke, which was located across the street from their amazing headquarters. There were coke products in the fridge, a coke bag of full of coke goodies, and coke chocolates on the tables.
The coke people surrounded us with incredible and talented representatives who shared their lives and their philosophies about living positively. We were served a plethora of coke beverages all the while.
They took us on tours through the coke headquarters; the Coke museum and the Coke store.
Basically we were wrapped in all things Coke for 2.5 days.
It took two separate flights and a lot of scurrying to finally land me on the tiny plane that would finally deposit me in my little town of Smithfield, Oregon. That particular commuter plane held about fifteen people, and honestly I thought we might have to flap our wings to help it actually make it off the runway.
I was seated next to a distinguished older gentleman, who brilliantly engaged me in conversation to distract me from the fact that we were flying in what appeared to be a thousand year old propeller airplane.
After he asked me what I did for a living, I turned to him and repeated the same question.
“What do YOU do?” I asked him with a smile.
“I work for the Coca Cola Corporation.”
How nice of them to send someone to walk me the whole way home…