Someone sends me a shared link. I click it. It opens. I try to type. Nothing happens. I look up. View Only. I scream. Now I have to go back, request access, wait 45 minutes, and then "Make a Copy" just to add a single comma. Why do you hate productivity?
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. google drive 10 things i hate about you
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?) Someone sends me a shared link
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 try to type