How to manage paperwork

If you came to this blog for the first time because you googled HOW TO MANAGE PAPERWORK I apologise. Because I have no bloody idea. But as I continue to play grown ups, it is one of the most mystifying things ever.

Have you ever stopped to think about personal administration? Do you know how much paperwork is involved in the average persons life time? From the day you are born until the day you croak, there will need to be a form filled in. And when you have kids, it just gets ridiculous. You need to fill in a form to allow photos to be taken of them in the classroom. A form for participating in a fun run. A form for them to get their jabs and a form to say that it is ok for them to watch a sex-ed film. And now that things are going paperless, a lot of it has moved online which does make it difficult when you have to print it off and your out of ink and the school excursion starts in ten minutes so you screech up to the school gates and park illegally, run inside holding your chest because you didn’t have time to put on a bra, and beg the lady behind the desk for a form for the Year 5 excursion to the sewerage plant. Or so I am lead to believe……

Have you ever been woken up b y a child demanding your signature on something? You are not alone.

Today I was at the RTA because I had to change the address on something. Now the RTA can get a bad rap with its waiting, waiting, waiting and the people behind the counter are notoriously gloomy because they have to deal with us bastards all day. The concierge greeted me and asked what I needed. I told her and she handed me over the biggest form ever.

“Whats the date?” I asked her. She told me and I answered her with the obligatory “Where is the year going?” Then I started filling in the form. Soon my number was called and I handed over the form. The lovely young lady punched some numbers into her computer and said. “All Done.”

Excuse me?

I dealt with a government agency with absolutely no drama. It was so unremarkable I felt compelled to share it.

Get a dog? Fill out a form.

Want a mammogram? Fill out a form.

Join a loyalty program? Fill out a form

Fart? Fill out a form

You fill out so many forms and then the companies collect data and then sell the data to marketing companies and BAM. Suddenly you are getting junk mail for incontinence pants and denture cleaning equipment. (this happens when you tick the over 40 box)

And now you even have to give your postcode when you buy something at an Ikea. WHY? And why do the people at the Nespresso store judge you when you say you do not want to join their club?

Lets have a look at the life-cycle of a note here at WoogsWorld.

Child presents a note at a very unhelpful time, you may be taking a dump or cleaning up cat yack. You ask them to put in on the fridge, aka the paperwork breeding ground. From there it remains, ignored until it slips beneath the fridge or gets used by Mr. Woog as something to pick food out of his teeth.  And that is it.

I am very much looking forward to them turning eighteen so they can fill out their own bleeding forms. And filling out forms online can be a complete nightmare, so much so that last year I registered for the Under Twelves Rugby Team. Me. I did not qualify at all but the system was so difficult to decipher that there I was. And I am not even going to start to discuss the intricacies of registering for eisteddfods online as I am trying to remain calm. So I ask you this dear reader…

How do you manage paperwork?

And tell me honestly, what was the last form you filled in. I really want to know.


  • Bee

    this morning, I had missed a bit on Duke of Ed form from Feb.

  • Donna

    Last form was the Exit Interview form from the job I finish today – Care factor was too low to even give them a serve.

    Kids that can write should fill in their own forms. All forms are filled in on the day they arrive and put back in the school bag. I have a stash of envelopes, pen and cash for just this purpose (don’t judge, the rest of my life is a mess).

    I don’t keep any paperwork. Someone else will always have a copy. And there is always an electronic trail for everything these days.

  • Wendy

    I filled in a crazy long form at Centrelink in February for Child care stuff. I asked the lady if I could discuss the probable outcome of said form and she looked at me like I had two heads! I was told it would be processed in 10 days – 3 months later I got a response! Talk about service!!

  • Tracey

    I spend a lot of time filling in forms for work (Government job, comes with the territory) so I am a demon AND I have neat handwriting. Last form I filled out was an expenses claim form (for someone else, so not even worth it for me).

  • dirtgirl

    I worked in a State Government Department for 30 yrs before retiring just over 7 yrs ago, so complicated forms were second nature to me, yet I still tremble when I look at the application form I need to complete to become an Australian Citizen!

    I have been in this country 47 yrs, I did try to complete it online, but after getting to the end of the online application I received a note rejecting my application because it could not trace me ever having lived or worked in Australia! Funnily enough I was sponsored by the Australian Government in 1970 as a £10 pom, I have always worked and paid taxes since arriving and have been granted an Aged Pension by the Federal Government, yet they still can’t trace me.

    I now have to complete a paper form but I just dread having to deal with Immigration.

  • It’s 3 am – I can’t sleep – I’m now choking on my own laughter so I don’t wake up the chainsaw (aka snoring husband) cutting a load of fire wood beside me. Far out I needed this laugh 😂You are incredible 😂

  • For the kids’ school permission forms that have medical details etc, I spent time at the start of the year filling in all the details and printed out a bunch so now I just have to consult my handy dandy folder and sign and date the permission forms and present to Margaret with a smug look on my mug. Wish I was so organised with other aspects of my life! x

  • I keep shit for six months then shred away. My husband is always worrying we are going to need something I throw out. He’s a paperwork hoarder from way back.

  • FunMumX3

    beginning at around age 11 (will vary by kid) all forms are filled in by kid and presented to me for signing. they also make their own phone calls, such as “can you tell me if you have this shirt in this colour and can you put it on hold for me”. I am big in to life skills! even my daughter who has a disability does these things, although with a bit of assistance.
    quality parenting or total lazy-arsed outsourcing…. who can tell?