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.
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. google drive 10 things i hate about you
But I’m not happy about it.
I paste a simple text from Notepad into a Google Doc. Suddenly, the line spacing is 2.5, the font is Wingdings, and there is a random table border around my name. You take something simple and turn it into a CSS fever dream. Ah, Google Drive