My boss does not trust me… he’s never told me so, but I see the succinct hues of fear stencilled over the white of his eyes!
No… this is not the kind of distrust, where he believes I can’t be trusted with tasks, nor the kind where he believes I’ll drop a few copies of TOI upon his desk one of these days, and exclaim – “There! I’ve put down my papers!”*.
His distrust stems from the belief that i’m not from this planet. A fair thought this, since I’m hardly ever found working at my desk, never found working actually; spend a good deal of time with my teams – that is, with the volleyball, basketball and soccer teams, in that order. And yet, work inexplicably gets done – on time at most instances, sometimes ahead of time, and sometimes behind time**.
To be honest enough, I’m not quite sure how this happens either. I think there’s a band of those much-fabled elves working in my office, which would also explain why so many people in this world do not have shoes to wear.
Well, why debate the indubitable… I must be an alien life form after all. So, off i’ll go now and renew my quest of learning some earthly sports. Pass by a diligent SS at his desk on my way out…
Me: Volley time. Coming?…
SS: Not right away. Think i’ll finish this off first. I’m the elf today…
Three cheers to diligent colleagues!!… 
Footnotes:
* Not an original quote
** An actual statement encountered in someone’s self-appraisal comments
