Voodoo, who do?

You do??

So, I was feeling particularly stressed due to Stepzilla being psychotic about NOTHING again, and began rearraging her pins in her voodoo doll in order to relieve my anxiety. It helps me deal with my anger. This time around, voodoo-Stepzilla was getting many-a pin in her eyeballs. I was in the midst of rearranging the last pin when a coworker walks up behind me.

Coworker: Is that a voodoo doll?!?

me: Yeah...

Coworker hits me on the shoulder! Abuse!! Abuse!! Harassment!! Okay, no, she's nice and it didn't hurt.

me (defensively): It doesn't WORK.

My coworker leaves the room

Part-time coworker laughs and says: You have a voodoo doll??

me: I make them for all the marketing people.

Part-time coworker: I'm not going to ask, so long as it's not me...

me: No, you don't bother me.

Part-time coworker: Not yet...