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Facebook Faces High-Level Staff Exodus
angry tapir writes "It has been troubled times for Facebook since the social network's IPO in May. There has been speculation that Facebook could suffer a talent drain in the wake of the IPO, and now the organization has lost four of its high-level managers the space of a week: Ethan Beard, director of platform partnerships; Kate Mitic, platform marketing director; Jonathan Matus, mobile platform marketing manager; and Ben Blumenfeld, design manager, have all resigned from the company."
About eight months ago, I was searching around the internet to find
out why my computer was running so slowly (it normally ran quite fast,
but had gradually gotten slower over time). After a few minutes, I
found a piece of software claiming that it could speed up my PC and
make it run like new again. Being that I was dangerously ignorant
about technology in general (even more so than I am now), I downloaded
the software and began the installation. Mere moments after doing so,
my desktop background image was changed and warnings that appeared to
originate from Windows appeared all over the screen telling me to buy
strange software from an unknown company in order to remove a virus it
claimed I had.
I may have been ignorant about technology, but I wasn't that naive. I
immediately concluded that the software I'd downloaded was, in fact, a
virus. In my rage, I broke numerous objects, punched a hole in the
wall, and cursed the world at the top of my lungs. I eventually calmed
down, cleared my head, and realized that the only remedy for this
problem was a carefully thought out plan. After a few moments of
pondering about how to handle this situation, I decided that since I
barely knew how to properly handle a computer, I should turn it over
to the professionals and let them fix the issue.
Soon after making the decision, I drove to a local computer repair
shop and entered the building with my computer in hand. They greeted
me with a smile and stayed attentive the entire time that I was
explaining the problem to them. They laughed as if they'd heard it all
before, told me that I'm not the only one who has trouble operating
computers, and then gave me a date for when the computer would be
fixed. Not only had they told me that the computer would be completely
repaired in at most two days, but the price for their services was
surprisingly low, and to top it all off, they even gave me advice for
how to avoid viruses in the future! I left the building feeling
confident in my decision to seek professional help and satisfied
knowing that such kind-hearted people were the ones doing the job.
The very next day, I received a phone call from the computer repair
shop whilst I was at a local library researching computer viruses. I
had stumbled upon a piece of software that appeared to be very
promising, and I was about to do more research on it, but seeing as
how I required my computer as soon as possible, I decided to put the
matter on hold. Upon answering the phone and cheerfully greeting the
person on the other end, I was greeted with a high-pitched shriek.
Startled, I asked what was wrong. A few moments passed where nothing
was said, and suddenly, the person on the other end said to me, in a
low voice oozing with paranoia, "Come pick up your computer." They
hung up immediately after saying that, and I couldn't help but notice
that they sounded as if they were on the verge of tears. I briefly
wondered if it was due to stress from work, and then drove to the
computer repair shop to acquire my computer.
I was positively dismayed upon entering the building. The inside of
the computer repair shop looked nothing like the image from my
memories. There were broken computer parts scattered throughout the
room, ceiling tiles all over the floor, blood splattered in every
direction I looked, and even a human toe on the ground. After
processing this disturbing information, I began panicking and
frantically looking around for my computer. I spotted an employee
covered in blood sitting up against the wall, and noticed that his
wrists had been slashed open. Thinking quickly, I ran up to him,
grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, shook him around, and began
screaming, "Where is it!? Where is my computer!?" After a moment of
silence, he passed away, completely shattering my expectations. Such a
thing! "What a meaningless individual," I thought.
Enraged, I tore t
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