Realist or Cloud Head?

One morning this week, I was down at the office jerk's desk talking something.

OH, i know, the other asst. wasn't at her desk - she sits back in the corner outside the office of Cranky Pants.  She is back there by herself when he is travelling, like this week.  So I asked the Office Jerk where she was.  He was like "i don't know."  I was a little concerned about her.  I know sometimes CP will tell her not to come in when he is out, but I sure hope someone would ask where I was if I just didn't show up in the morning.  w/ CP travelling internationally, who knows if something happened to her if she just didn't show up.

So I started saying this to the office jerk - like, seriously, what if something happened to her.  he said to me "don't talk like that."

I say "what? i'm just sayin'.  I'm a realist."  [as in, realistically, let's ask where she is in case something happened to her...disclaimer: nothing happened to her, CP had told her to come in later so she would work later when he was back in the country]

his response, in laughter, was "you're not a Realist!  your head is in the clouds most the time!"

. can you believe this fool?!

just because I am a happy person doesn't mean i'm not realistic.  i do have a hope greater than he knows that makes me HAPPY, but i'm still a realist.

it just made me ponder how co-workers know very little about a person, even though we spend 40, or 45 in my case, minimum hours together every week of our lives.  and they know nothing.

my friends know I am realistic and sometimes to a downfall.  i don't think i'm dreamy.  I'm creative.  I'm thoughtful.  but i'm not unrealistic.

maybe i need to show these people my realistic side a little more.

I mean i was being realistic when I told asberger's if he never decorated for the holidays (and whatever that means for being jewish too) that he only had about half his life left to decorate so he might want to get on it.

when I delivered a stack of biz cards back to one of the guys that I had already entered into his outlook contacts...he said "what am I gonna do with these?"  The guys have a tendency to just stack them on the desk.  and I told him. simple. "you're going to keep them for another 15 or 20 years and then you, or someone else for you will throw them all away.  and you'll never use them after I hand them to you either"
i mean, that's real.
and business cards are out.  let's go all digital, baby!

so the end of the story.  this fool thinks he knows something about me, but he has no idea.
but I guess as things go, there is a lot worse ways to be thought of then as someone who has their head in the clouds.  because it is beautiful up there.