Why is it that every cool thing in life is surrounded by an impenetrable bramble? A fence, to tall to ever be climbed; a living defence of brambles, out to ensnare the unwary.
Why yes, that is a metaphor for paperwork.
Just there, just beyond reach, is this golden field of everything you want, but first! Hoops to be jumped through!
And, just when you think you’ve double checked every possible thing that needed to be checked, and you’ve sent off your stapled, collated hopes and dreams in their stiff new envelope, you find out…
No, no. That’s the *old* form. If you want to accomplish what *you’re* trying to do, you’re going to need to re-apply with this other form.