A Dear John Letter To Facebook Pages

Dear Facebook Pages,

I’m terribly sorry I had to do this through a letter, but I’ve been putting this off for far too long. And don’t think this didn’t need to be done, we both know that isn’t true. This note will be the last memory you’ll ever have of my pages; I really don’t care for you anymore, that’s just the way it is…

Don’t let it get you all upset inside but know it was completely your fault, no doubt about it. It is because of your extreme control issues and lack of being there when I needed you most that keep me from being even remotely interested in continuing this relationship with you.

You would be much better off finding a person that can deal with the annoying way you always ruin a moment of inspiration by offering disingenuous help, getting yet another $200 haircut that no one likes, or inviting your friends who buy your affections to everything we do. I always feel like you care more about them than me and in the end, nothing we shared was really ours so much as theirs.

I might miss certain things about you but for right now I’m happier being a bird of a feather. I’m glad this is done and we’re going separate directions. I think you’ll have no shortage finding others to fill my shoes but you seem to love people best when they act like they need you regardless of your behavior. And that’s just the type of person you are.

Ciao,

Drew

 

 

 

About Drew McManus

"I hear that every time you show up to work with an orchestra, people get fired." Those were the first words out of an executive's mouth after her board chair introduced us. That executive is now a dear colleague and friend but the day that consulting contract began with her orchestra, she was convinced I was a hatchet-man brought in by the board to clean house.

I understand where the trepidation comes from as a great deal of my consulting and technology provider work for arts organizations involves due diligence, separating fact from fiction, interpreting spin, as well as performance review and oversight. So yes, sometimes that work results in one or two individuals "aggressively embracing career change" but far more often than not, it reinforces and clarifies exactly what works and why.

In short, it doesn't matter if you know where all the bodies are buried if you can't keep your own clients out of the ground, and I'm fortunate enough to say that for more than 15 years, I've done exactly that for groups of all budget size from Qatar to Kathmandu.

For fun, I write a daily blog about the orchestra business, provide a platform for arts insiders to speak their mind, keep track of what people in this business get paid, help write a satirical cartoon about orchestra life, hack the arts, and love a good coffee drink.

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  1. Just watched “The Social Network” last night and it certainly confirmed what I’d already come to think about little Markie Zuckerberg: this is one extremely annoying little sh*t! I’d love to smack him upside the head from time to time, but fear the waiting lines would be to long.

    • Not to get too terribly far off topic, but the Social Network is an adaptation of Ben Mezrich’s “Accidental Billionaires.” Mezrich’s primary source for the story was Eduardo Saverin, who was currently suing the ever-loving snot out of Zuckerberg and Facebook. I’m no Facebook apologist, but please don’t make your judgement about Zuckerberg based on that book, much less the movie. It’s pretty far from the truth. I actually think the film is pretty strongly anti-intellectual and anti-geek. I’m a little mad that Sorkin won the Oscar for the adaptation.

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