I was introduced to the Dammit Doll early in my career. Having just started a new job, I found this ugly little doll being shared among my coworkers. I didn’t understand it, so I watched.
The doll was used to vent frustration – a unique and functional mascot.
Every tenured employee appeared to hold a sacred bond with the doll and when it wasn’t being beaten, it was handled with great care.
Until one day…
One of my coworkers was particularly frustrated. She asked to use the doll and instead of just beating it against the wall, she took its legs and ripped it in half, signaling the end of the Dammit Doll.
I’m pretty easy going so I hadn’t availed myself of the doll’s services. By the time I could have benefited from the catharsis, the Dammit Doll had already been destroyed.
Looking back, I shouldn’t have focused on the Dammit Doll itself, but rather the type of workplace that would need one.
May the farce be with you!