working at a Coca Cola bottling plant

One summer, she worked at Iceland’s Coca-Cola bottling plant.

I had pink hair at the time, and I was supposed to sit in a chair, watching the bottles as they passed to see if they were clean. Mostly, I just used to fall asleep. I never made the employees’ hall of fame.

Last year, Coca-Cola held a party, which the Sugarcubes were invited to. Among the employees were contemporaries of Björk who’d intended to leave after three months, like her. "They were still saying, `I’ll be gone by September,’" she shudders.

The Face #62, november 1993