Isn’t she lovely, isn’t she wonderful, my little “Dammit Doll”.  Her little tag says, “whenever things don’t go so well, and you want to hit the wall and yell, here’s a little dammit doll, that you can’t do without.  Just grasp it firmly by the legs and find a place to slam it.  And as you whack the stuffing out yell “DAMMIT! DAMMIT! DAMMIT!.” 

Bless her little heart.  Many days I don’t even know she exists.  She just sits really pretty off to the side of my desk, hanging out, listening to me answer the phone, or talk to people who are in my office.  She never says a word when I am having trouble with my computer and something isn’t working just right.  She never says anything about what she hears people say, or what she hear’s me say for that matter [Thanks be to God].  Then there are those times when I can’t find a document that is buried under the rubble of my desk, or a phone number I need which is on some little teeny tiny piece of paper that is eluding me.  She can feel my frustration but she just waits patiently.  She stands tall, keeping a stiff upper lip and when I need her, by golly she’s there.  Never judgemental, never trying to “talk me down”, just knowing that when it’s time, she has a job to do and she is happy to do it. 

My doll has done such a great job for me, that I have coworkers that have gone out and gotten their own dolls.  My doll now has collegues.  Today I had to chuckle when my closest coworker looked at me from across the room as she was “shaking” her doll.  Guess it’s been a day over in her office too.  Is there a full moon? 

I’d like to say that today I held it together and my doll wasn’t needed, BUT SHE WAS!  DAMMIT, DAMMIT DAMMIT!  Well I feel better and so does she.  Tomorrow will be a better day, and if it’s not, well I know what I can do.