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I am the social media guy. I sit in an office and you are not certain what I do. Sometimes I speak, enthusiastically, at meetings, about Twitter. There is no light in my eyes. There is no life in my eyes. I am the social media guy. I am 25. I look 35. I am tired. So tired. I am the social media guy. I know my job is fake. You know my job is fake. My bosses know my job is fake. Why don't they fire me? Why am I here? Nothing I do is quantifiable. It is superstition. I am the social media guy. A totem, an offering to new media by desperate men. My purpose is abstract. You never see me do anything. I am always on my phone. Is it my job? I am the social media guy. One day, I will be gone. Nothing will change.
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*tweets twice daily* *works 20 hours a week*
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Apr 22, 2016 13:46
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[real sarcastically] journalism degree
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You said the word "slack" to me and I broke down. Sobbing, tears and mucous running down my face. I'm sorry about that. I'm sorry about a lot of things. You asked, once, if I had Facebook. I said I "didn't do" social media at home. You wonder what I know. You wonder if you should know it. You're happy. I envy that.
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