Anibal,
You’ve disappeared for days with no word, so guess what? You’re dismissed. Return your key and get your toolkit from the maintenance closet. And don’t think about asking for another chance! I gave you plenty of chances. I defended you when Old Lady Campos caught you napping in the conference room. And I never said a word about your whiskey breaks or your rat pals in the bank sewers. But that doesn’t matter to you, does it? Good luck finding work.
-Marco