New in town, I got a job at Lautrec's Brasserie.
After a while, a coworker got me a job at Moody Cool's, up on John Street where it's not now.
After that folded into itself, I was a bit out of work for a while. I pulled some Christmas trees, I remember and I remember, too, that my finances were poor that winter. I was poor.
But it was a good time. I was living upstairs across from the pub Syd Harkin's. Syd's was the "local" for the people I'd met on my third night in town and it was local for me in a literal way.
I'd gotten the apartment from an acquaintance of a coworker, there at Lautrec's. The place was a shithole, but it was mine, and I stayed in it for a year-and-a-quarter. Sometimes water came through that hole broken out of the kitchen ceiling. One time I flooded the computer shop underneath me. That, I would do again.
I got a job at Heaton's, a small department store in the Market Cross Shopping Centre, in February of 2002. This was after the introduction of the euro fortunately. The transition would have been grueling, there at the cash register.
I worked at Heaton's for about seven months. "That's a long time for a job like that," said one hippy girl I met.
I got a job at Breathnach's pub, working as a "chef" (cook.) I lasted for two days one-and-a-half.
I got a job at Kyteler's Inn, working as a "kitchen porter," or dishwasher. That lasted two weeks.
I lived in poverty again; or still. I pulled Christmas trees for a while, at a farm out countryside.