Mentoring needs me….
I’ve often thought of myself as a bit of a ‘mentor’ – it’s all the rage now isn’t it? "Yeah, sorry I’m late for this very important meeting lady, but I had to go and do a quick bit of mentoring – stopping young Jimmy from chucking himself under a train"….
"Wow, you’re my hero"
"No hassle Miss, It’s all in a day’s mentoring"
"Hmmm, you’re so sexy - do you fancy a shag, mentor man?"
I’m sure I’ve got all the accoutrements for mentordom.
I’ve got the Experience: (old fart), CHECK
Patience: (sort of). CHECK
Cliched phraseology: "Look, just chill out man". CHECK
Attire: Suit, T-shirt and white sneakers combo –
just like Sonny Crockett used to wear in Miami Vice CHECK
Handle: Sexy mentoring type pseudonym, something cool, something hip, something that my mentorees can immediately get comfy with. Something like ‘Chico Mentorini’ CHECK
Transport: Maybe some kind of old classic car. Maybe an open top?
Mentor-Memo get rid of the Ford Orion asap. CHECK
Shades: Dark and inscrutable. Are ‘Ray-Bans’ still in?
Chico Mentorini, open for mentoring business….