“And don’t cheat on me on Facebook!”

TL;DR — The title is deceiving.

A story about my journey that got too long to post on Facebook so I made it a blog post.

(This is stream-of-consciousness vomit writing so no judgments on grammar/spelling pls and thinqueue.)

My first week working for Facebook turns out to be, ironically, the leastest amount of time I’ve ever spent on The FAcheyBookey🤌.

The reality is just starting to hit me.

It’s wild….

Like what just happened here 🤯

Sergey (my ride or die who actually died) used to say the same thing to me every night before bed: ✨“OK my dear time to go to sleep. Have sweet dreams, dream of me, and don’t cheat on me on Facebook. Спокойной ночи.”✨

He knew how much I loved Facebook. I live to hang out on FB. I’m addicted to FB groups. Every time there was a new feature I would make him test it with me.

When they rolled out payments I made him send me $10 🤑 When they rolled out secret crush, I made him add me as his secret crush 🥰 I made him test the relationship announcement feature a million ways.

I annoyed the crap out of him, basically.

And one day, I said.or.he.said.or.someone.said that I SHOULD JUST WORK THERE.

(Actually how many times have I said cynically “god, I spend so much time on FB, I should just work there.”???)