At a brand new job. Let’s see…fired due to budget cuts, 4 weeks off (2 with pay from the previous job), during the time when I needed to be here to get stuff done in the new house and a new puppy to train, hired for a new job that pays more and is basically a studly project manager gig, better benefits, I will now work in the building next to my wife’s as opposed to the same building, we still commute together.
All in all, best damn firing a guy has ever had.
Well, congrats on being fired into a better job. That’s a mixed message, ain’t it?
Way to go, Mully!
Does this mean from now on you’ll only be stalking me nights and weekends?
Congrats, Mully!
Maybe I should try getting fired from this place… nah.
You are absolutely disgusting, you know that? How dare you go out and find another job! You’re supposed to hang around the house all day, moping, doing Boards, weeping on our collective MPSIMS shoulder about how unemployable you are, might as well go stick my head in the oven, oh no, no, Mully, you’re a valuable person, you have good skills, just be patient, something will turn up, so we can all feel good about ourselves, hey, at least I’ve got a job, at least I’m not a pity-party sad sack like Mully over there.
I suppose the puppy is completely housebroken, your tax rate just went down, and you don’t need the Rogaine any more. Or the Viagra. Damn.
And all this time I was picturing you posting with your hair in curlers while eating bon bons.
Does anyone else remember the forlorn Mullinator from a few weeks ago?
Glad to hear this story had a VERY happy ending.
WTG Mully, you’ve made us so proud! 
Congrats on yer new gig man!
By the way, the dog is housbroken, she understands the sit, stay, and shake commands. Next she will playing the 1812 Overture with nothing but a dog dish and a kazoo.