More than pretty much anything, I hate forms.
Filling out forms is basically the distillation of having to do everything that I am rubbish at. Concentrate on something I don't care about. Remember numbers. Sit still for more than 30 seconds. As soon as I see one, with its boring little typed writing and empty boxes and dotted lines, I'm instantly rendered a vegetable.
A common conversation at our place goes-
Me: (bored whingey child tone) Is that all I have to do?
E: Nearly there, you just have to sign your name
Me: Where, there?
E: No, in that big box that says 'sign here'
The other night I had a World Vision one on my lap to fill out, and I was doing it while watching that movie Shallow Hal on the tele. It wasn't a hard one. A few words to write, sign my name, write a few numbers. But it just sat there on my lap for about half the movie, as I wrote maybe two letters every ad break.
Thankfully, by God's grace, He paired me with one of those *cough*sicko*cough* individuals who actually likes filling out forms, and one who can remember our postcode. Good stuff.
I really yearn for the day when there will be no more forms, and it will be restored to the way it was way back when--
'In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty'.
Ahh, formless.
Filling out forms is basically the distillation of having to do everything that I am rubbish at. Concentrate on something I don't care about. Remember numbers. Sit still for more than 30 seconds. As soon as I see one, with its boring little typed writing and empty boxes and dotted lines, I'm instantly rendered a vegetable.
A common conversation at our place goes-
Me: (bored whingey child tone) Is that all I have to do?
E: Nearly there, you just have to sign your name
Me: Where, there?
E: No, in that big box that says 'sign here'
The other night I had a World Vision one on my lap to fill out, and I was doing it while watching that movie Shallow Hal on the tele. It wasn't a hard one. A few words to write, sign my name, write a few numbers. But it just sat there on my lap for about half the movie, as I wrote maybe two letters every ad break.
Thankfully, by God's grace, He paired me with one of those *cough*sicko*cough* individuals who actually likes filling out forms, and one who can remember our postcode. Good stuff.
I really yearn for the day when there will be no more forms, and it will be restored to the way it was way back when--
'In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty'.
Ahh, formless.
11 comments:
I don't just hate forms, I am not capable of filling them out. I see one and my blood pressure rises. I sweat. Hyperventilate. Son #1 is now filling in his own and son #2's forms. 'Mummy you just have to sign here. Here's a pen. Just here. You can do it...' I tell him that Daddy is responsible for forms.
Formophobia. It's a real and serious disability. I'm sorry that you have it too.
I love filling them out, and even ask to fill out Izaac's for him too. It's like a test...one where I can get 100%. I see myself as smart, not a sicko!
Filling out a form in another language is another level altogether that you two better not even attempt. I used to like forms, but Japanese forms...
I also love forms. I am the form filling in specialist in our marriage. I love the look of a neatly completed form, it's so rewarding.
On the other hand, I am rendered a vegetable instantly whenever anyone starts talking about finances, what's going on with our bank accounts, salary sacrificing or paying bills. That's why I married someone who understands all that stuff.
Simone- Sister!
Sarah- Sicko? You must have misheard me, I just coughed.
Wendy- my mind boggles at the thought..
Karen- Oh yeah, finances are just as terrible. I'm hopeless with understanding all that as well. the other night we had a broker over to talk about home loans, and I think I understood about 4 seconds of the hour long meeting.
Thankfully I'm married to a cluey lady.
I'm with E. At our house, I just fill out all the forms, explain briefly to my husband. All he has to do is sign his name and date the form.
I agree with Sarah and Karen - it is like doing a test you know all the answers to!
Unfortunately both Andrew and I are hopeless with forms and finance. This leads to a certain amount of conflict (but I thought YOU were going to pay that bill) and chaos, as well as lengthy reenactments from the Black Books episode where Bernard has to do his tax return.
Nick Voleur: Now Bernard. About this new filing system you were telling me about.
Bernard: Ah yes well
[reaches into pocket and takes out handful of receipts]
Bernard: This is March to... boobelyboo
[takes out more receipts]
Bernard: this is err... misc
[takes out more receipts]
Bernard: and this is... other.
Nick Voleur: Bernard. This new filing system. It's very closely modeled on the old one isn't it?
"Formless" ROFL! That is all.
(Well, except to boast in my extreme fast ability to fill out forms, to the amazement of such people such as dental receptionists and RTA staff). I am gifted! (ROFL)
I too like filling out forms so earn $$$ by completing online surveys. My wife hates them so we complement each other as well as occasionally complimenting each other.
Julie- Liking something because it's like a test? A strange way to get your kicks. It's like saying, I really love drilling stuff because it reminds me of that wonderful time I had root canal surgery.
Jo- "It's very closely modeled on the old one isn't it?"
Heh!
Georgina- trully a gift!
Dad- I guess I take after Mum..
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