Category Archives: Social Media

Twitter, Finally

Twitter finally develops a business model. They install a Twitter machine in the restrooms of restaurants and bars. By inserting 26 cents, you can send one tweet.

Yet another Facebook job

I’m working at Facebook AGAIN. Talking to the engineers there.

Fighting with my mother about fabric. Yelling at her that everything is always her point of view, like it’s a bubble around her head she can’t see past.

Elderly family members  dying.

Job at Facebook

A number of former Razorfish people I know have accepted jobs working for Facebook. I’m skeptical that this would be a good move for them, but then I visit the Facebook offices and I realize they might be on to something. Facebook is moving into a new space and I realize that they will soon become something really big like Yahoo or Google. It seems like an opportunity to get in while the company is still young, and I start thinking maybe it would be a good place for me to work.

My mother takes a job working as the executive assistant to Mark Zuckerberg. She’s surprised at how different working for him is from the other jobs she’s had.

Facebook Wedding

I’m doing laundry, washing a blue outfit from India with white towels and other clothes. The blue Indian fabric bleeds and there are blue dye stains on everything.  A man tells me the stains won’t come out. I feel stupid because I should have known the dye would bleed.

I’m working for Facebook. Paige N. is the director of marketing and she asks if I will attend a conference in her place. I’m flattered because I feel like I’m in an environment that respects what I do.

I attend her wedding. I’m in the bridal party and we’re all picking out our dresses on the day of the wedding. The dress I pick out is black and white and doesn’t really match the other dresses. I feel weird that I will stand out from the other attendants, but it doesn’t seem to matter to anyone else.

We’re at a restaurant for the reception but they aren’t prepared for us. No one comes over to help us or to seat us. I finally ask to speak to the manager, and then try to escalate things to the general manager. I’m frustrated that the restaurant can’t seem to get organized. I ask them if they want us to leave and go elsewhere, reminding them that a party of hundreds of guests would be worth a lot of money to them.