Apparently Silicone Valley start-up companies are a volatile thing. Who knew? I got laid off in a round of budget cuts from my job as social media manager at Spoke effective yesterday. I have to say that other than the brevity of my job tenure it was a lot of fun. I was really grateful for the opportunity to take my years of complaining about marketing and see what it’s like to actually put it into practice. I worked with and for some great people there and have no complaints.
I’ve already lined up one freelance gig (YAY!) but if please keep me in mind if you or someone you know is looking for a writer/internet marketer/social media expert/blogger/journalist/humorist — full/part-time/freelance.
Have opinions, will travel but hopefully not too much.
Less noted is the little difficulties of coming across digital detritus from family and friends who have died. My Aunt Cathleen died last month and yesterday I deleted her phone number from my cell phone. That phone number — which is the only one she’d ever had during my lifetime — is no longer in use and I would see it and her name every time I went looking for a phone number. I like to remember my aunt, but seeing it that many times a day was just too much right now. I wanted an option other than delete, though. It took a long minute before I was willing to hit the button that was laden with so much finality.
Which brings me to why I hate Facebook. Actually I don’t hate it as a service or anything like that. It’s just that in January my beloved cousin Deirdre wrote “Hi Con” on my “wall” at Facebook. Deirdre, Cathleen’s daughter, died in June. There’s no way I’m removing that posting. So I cringe whenever someone suggests doing something via Facebook. In time, that will change but for now I hate Facebook.