Written by Otaku Apologist
Companies fuck up constantly. Sometimes it feels like all I personally do is fuck up. It’s thus a relief, though not to my blood pressure, when I have the most unfathomable customer experiences using other companies’ services.
I started a new company with some partners, to expand the commission business, and we’ve been setting up everything from custom email accounts to the paperwork, a company Discord server, Trello for task-setting, templates for legal contracts and Google Workspace.
Getting the company registered was the least annoying part of the process. We paid $50.00 to the registration office and signed some papers. Whole process took like a weekend. We’ve been making progress on all fronts steadily, until Google Workspace decided to be a bitch.
Where to even begin? Let’s start with an analogy. When you want to have sex with someone, you don’t start listing all the rules from the get-go. You don’t ask their age, or interrogate them on their sexual past. If you wish to swap DNA with them, you do not fucking force everyone in the company’s roster to use the same custom email domain.
Google Workspace knows if you’re using a normal email and it won’t let you have a Google admin account under that email. You need a “business” email. I used a custom domain associated with Hentaicommissions. Everything was fine, until I tried inviting my associates to the Workspace. In blood-red letters, Google told me to fuck off.
That’s right. You need everyone having the same custom email domain. But we cannot use the Hentaicommissions domain, because it’s rerouting all emails to my Protonmail. The process of setting up that custom email was cumbersome enough to do just once. I even tried if everyone else’s verification codes would be rerouted to my Protonmail.
I made new emails for everyone under another domain, which they could access. Since everyone must have the same email domain as my Google admin account, I abandoned the first Workspace and started setting up a new Workspace.
Aaaand we’re stuck. Because I already registered my company name, linked to the first Google Workspace, I cannot get past this screen.
This is what cockblocking feels like. Here I am, my dick already standing upright, paperwork finished, ready to pump baby cream in a bitch. Her pussy is lubed, we are about to make fucktons of dough for clients, biz friends, solve problems for stakeholders and create happy endings globally.
And I can’t delete the first Workspace, which we can’t use, to free up my company name for a second registration attempt, until I remove two free licenses from my Google admin account. What the actual fuck?
Which I can’t do, because it won’t let me click the licenses. Yes, really! Is it glitched? Why can’t I click these? I even white-listed Workspace in my adblocker. What’s with this clingy despair to prevent a user from deleting Workspace? What the hell, man? If this was a date, and I was the girl, the pepper spray would be out, I’d be calling the cops on you for being a weird, controlling freak.
This isn’t everything, mind you. There were even more cumbersome steps navigating various menus when setting up the Google admin account, which keeps forcing you to sign in when the session expires (and it expires often). Add to that multiple verifications, answering invasive questions, they just pile on the bullshit. This whole system is just rape.
Google’s bullshit is so extreme sometimes, that I personally started using another browser than Chrome. My browser is Brave, made by a former Firefox developer. Brave is the fastest browser on the market, because it automatically blocks all tracking and cookies and invasive ads. That tracking crap is in-built to Chrome, because raping your privacy is the business model.
