Friday is my last day at Google.
I started at Google nearly 5 1/2 years ago. I was placed on the gmail team and into the infamous "Gmail Cube of Bitterness" with Zhanna, Adam, and Kevin.
I was given a starter project on the Gmail UI. An engineering intern had already hacked up a way to show new responses to a thread if you already had the thread open (instead of wasting precious seconds going back to the inbox, only to find updates). It was my very first assignment at Google to make this UI more useful & friendly (see before and after screenshots). I started on July 24th, 2006 and this UI shipped to millions of (Beta) Gmail users a few weeks later. It remains to this day, exactly as I designed it years ago. :)
|The original UI|
|This should look familiar to most of you. :)|
From that first experience, through 2 years on Gmail, 3 years working on beloved Google Reader and 1.5 years leading the user experience of the video page for the world's biggest websites, I consider myself to be one of the luckiest gals around.
There are no words to describe the opportunities I was given, the ways in which I grew and the extreme talent I was lucky enough to witness. There really is no place like Google.
I'd like to just thank everyone I worked with. You know who you are.
Jenna's Leaving Google: FAQ
Q: Snuh? WTFBBQOMG?
A: Yes, it's true. I'm really leaving Google.
Q: Wait, why?
A: After a good long run, I've decided it's time to move on, tinker with some side projects and explore the big wide open.
Q: Where are you off to?
A: I currently do not have full-time employment lined up. I honestly don't. I don't have a seeecrit startup, either… Though, cw & I will be tinkering with some ideas.
Q: No, seriously… where are you going?
A: Seriously-I'll be sleeping in, cooking for myself and walking my dog during the day for the foreseeable future.
Q: Was it something I said?
A: NO! you are perfect just the way you are. It's not you, it's me. Can we still be friends? I promise to still send you lots of YouTube videos of cute cats and people falling down. Even if you ask me to stop. (Do restraining orders extend to email? -- asking for a friend.)