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Twitter, Finally

Karen McGrane — Mon, 30 Mar 2009 12:59:49 +0000

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

Karen McGrane — Tue, 11 Dec 2007 02:37:00 +0000

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

Karen McGrane — Tue, 25 Sep 2007 01:48:29 +0000

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

Karen McGrane — Mon, 27 Aug 2007 16:43:00 +0000

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.