The writer is an American who lived in Ireland for donkey's years. Somehow I got on the dole. I can't explain it. I never asked for it.
Ireland, 2001 I'd been in the republic since early summer, and had gotten to Kilkenny in September. I started work in a restaurant, washing dishes for cash. After a couple of weeks the chef asked me to get a tax number. I assumed it was impossible, but said I'd try. (As an American, I was not entitled.) But I got one. And in the proceeding weeks, months and years I would find myself unusually welcomed into Irish bureaucracy maybe uniquely.
Oddly enough, I'm working legally now summer 2002
Quasilegal October 2002
In the summer of 2003, I met a Dutch girl and went to the Netherlands until January of 2005.
In January 2005 when I returned to Ireland and Kilkenny, I went to the national employment agency FÁS. They directed me to file paperwork at the Social Welfare office as a condition of their assistance. The Department of Social and Family Affairs put me on the dole.
On the dole a succinct history
On the dole a brief history
Ash Wednesday 2005 my first dole payment
18 March 2005 Who would call a lad about work the morning after Saint Patrick's Day?
Worrying about writing about the dole August 2005
Getting the dole an afterword, I guess you could say....