Yes

Sighing, you say "Yes, sir."

"Good. Just take the pants off here, everyone will see you anyway."

Dear God, this is embarassing. Choking back all your dignity, you reach down, pulling off your belt and letting your pants fall to the floor. Your white boxers are the only thing covering your (thankfully soft) manhood.

Mr. Reagan chuckles. "Boy, you sure aren't packing much heat, are you?"

You are about to make a witty retort, when you realize talking back probably wouldn't be wise. So you stand in silence.

"I'll get my coffee this time," Mr. Reagan says annoyed. "You go about your day. You can have your pants back at lunch."

What job do you do next? Package, or e-mail?