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I should have just gone outside to play in the snow. Instead, I spent a good part of the day attempting to unplug myself from Google. Way, way back when I signed up for that first e-mail account, it was wonderful. I used it to e-mail friends and family, to order on Amazon, to get dentist reminders, and a million other things. And several years ago, it just seemed natural to try out a Google Fi project phone. The price was right, and if I was somewhere with no connection to a cell phone tower, wifi calling would take over. Yes, it was wonderful.
It was wonderful until a week ago, when it abruptly developed so much background noise during every call that I could hardly hear the person I was talking with. So a family member with an identical phone switched the sim card from my phone to his. Presto – it worked perfectly – for one day. We tried putting the sim card back in my phone, but it now didn’t work at all. So I decided to get a different phone that worked on the Simple Mobile network, with a $25 monthly prepaid card, and transfer the Google phone number. Google dug in their heels, first pausing my service, then reactivating my useless Google phone. So then I had two phones, neither able to make a phone call, and an account stuck in limbo, with no way to close. After close to a week of hassling with them, we asked Simple Mobile to just give us a new number. I now have a phone that actually works.
But that didn’t solve the problem with my non-working Google phone still being active, and being billed for something that no longer worked. After correspondence back and forth with Google and a visit to the bank, I was finally able to get the account closed. Thank goodness!
By this time, I really didn’t want so many things associated with Google. So I began to switch over various accounts to a different e-mail. That set off alarms all over the place, and warnings to change my passwords. It was like dominoes. Every account I tried to change then had to send a message to another account, and I had to prove over and over that it really was me changing the e-mail or password on file. Google was the spider, and I was the bug caught in its web. Every time I untangled myself in one spot, I noticed some other place I was tied to them. What a frustrating day! But I will keep whittling away at those sticky strings until I am totally free of Google.