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.
You know the one. The little circular arrow icon next to a file. It spins for hours. Is my file backing up? Is the government reading it? Did I accidentally disconnect the WiFi? You never tell me. You just spin. Menacingly.
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.