But I’m not happy about it.
I spend hours perfecting a resume in Google Docs. I export to PDF to send to a recruiter. I open the PDF. The margins are wrong, a random bullet point is floating in the void, and my name is hyphenated across two lines. You made me look unprofessional in front of a robot, Google. google drive 10 things i hate about you
You promised 15 GB for free. But you failed to mention that those 15 GB include my Gmail spam folder from 2009 AND every blurry photo my Pixel phone took of the floor. I delete 5,000 emails, and you tell me I’ve freed up 3 MB. Three. I hate you. But I’m not happy about it
Ah, Google Drive. You hold my life hostage: my tax returns, my half-finished novel, that one blurry meme from 2015, and the only copy of my resume. I open the PDF
Despite all this, Google Drive... I can’t quit you. You’re free (mostly). You work across my PC, Mac, phone, and toaster. And frankly, the only thing worse than you is Microsoft OneDrive.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going back to emailing myself ZIP files. But Google Drive? We need to talk. Here are the 10 things I absolutely hate about you.
Is this editor, viewer, commenter, or controller-of-the-universe? I accidentally gave my intern "Manager" status, and now they can delete the entire company archive. Changing permissions requires clicking through five menus, a captcha, and a blood sacrifice.
