I have a job!

So, it has been officially a month since I returned to Blighty from my travels (what as opposed to unofficially...get a grip man!). After a brief period of goggle eyed staring at double decker buses and pointing the wrong end of the remote control at a thing you call a t-e-l-e-v-i-s-i-o-n, I have a job.

I am the International Buyer for a major footwear collector. Crazy I know but it's true. OK, OK, so the major footwear collector is my brother in the States and the footwear in question is one pair of size 9 desert boots (or chukka boots as I'd call them altho' I don't know why I'd call them that)...and I'm not getting paid but it looks good on my CV right?




Being an International Chukka Boots (Size 9) Buyer (an ICB(S9)B as we like to call ourselves) isn't as easy as you might imagine. You have to covertly take a picture of the chukka boots (size 9) to get confirmation from the client that they are up to scratch and of the desired chukka style and chukka quality. You then get quizzical looks from fellow Chukka Boots Buyers (CBBs) and shop staff at Wanderland Discount Shoes, which could escalate into a potential 'situation' where they accuse you of international retail espionage and ask you to leave. It's complicated and fraut with danger but the rewards are well worth it.