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. google drive 10 things i hate about you
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.
So, I’ll keep spinning the wheel. I’ll keep searching for "Untitled." And I’ll keep hitting "Request Access." You promised 15 GB for free
We both know I have 47 files named "Untitled document" sitting in the root of My Drive. I am too afraid to delete them because what if one of them is my will ? And you refuse to let me sort by "Date Opened" to figure it out. You are digital hoarder enabling, and I resent you for it. The Conclusion (I guess I love you?)
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. Ah, Google Drive
In theory, you are the Messiah of cloud storage. In practice? You are a chaotic gremlin with a search bar and an attitude problem.