When I was in my early twenties, I was unemployed for a total of three weeks. The weight of the depressive impact of being without gainful employment has stuck with me to this day. I had been let go from a sales job (before I’d had a chance to start selling) and for the first time since I got a summer job aged 14, I had no income, so I took my place in the queue at the social welfare office just off Cathal Brugha Street and ‘signed on’. Within a month I was off to the races having landed…

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