Seems your not a proper member of this century unless you keep a couple of blogs, so here goes another one. For anyone interested, you can also find my occasional musings on
the Quantum Geek, where me, Sam, a bunch of my flatmates and some of the CDEL team can be found waxing lyrical about all things geeky.
Anyway, enough shameless self promotion. Mentor blog time!
Unfortunately, I'm starting this a little late. So there's been a boat load of stuff already that I haven't talked about, but here goes...
So mentor training was actually awesome. Mentor training sessions are usually fun, so it wasn't a total shock, but what surprised me was how well everyone gelled as a group. No tempers, no egos, no using the amusing plastic crap on the tables to savagely beat one another to death. Even I got along with everyone there, and I tend to think people are shit (which is why I became a mentor, obviously).
It was also bloody useful too. Normally I loathe all that corporate crap; team-building (just *£&@ing talk to one another!), personal brand awareness (I'm not a *£&@ing brand!) and so forth. But I can't really remember ever thinking "Hey, this is a pointless waste of my time!" once, everything actually seemed useful. Especially some of the scenario roleplay stuff, I now feel somewhat prepared in the event I get accosted by a bi-polar heroin addict who just plain
loves her cat.
The social was all manner of fun, too.
Kerry is clearly some sort of evil sadist, scheduling a night of alcohol and shenanigans when we all had to be in at nine the following day, but for all the trembling hungover mess that I was the following day, it was rather worth it.
Since then, we've had enrolment.
I jest, I jest. I actually managed to enjoy most of that too! Of course, due to other commitments I only had three shifts, while some of you mad bastards were there nigh on constantly. I'm actually starting to suspect that Sharon is part machine. Having a hangover for my one shift probably wasn't my brightest idea, but fortunately around 99% of the people we enrolled that day were equally rough. Unfortunately, I did have one girl recognise me from the night before; yes, I was the mad bastard dancing on 200 Club's stage to Nirvana. At least nobody recognised me from the stripper pole a few hours later, I suppose.
Since then it's been pretty quiet from a mentor point of view. It's also been Freshers though, so the past few weeks have seen me hypnotised, dressed like a pirate, told I look like a pirate even when not dressed as one, show up in random blocks of accommodation at all hours, dress as Wayne from Wayne's World (with fellow mentor Dave Phillips as a worryingly accurate Garth), witness a strip-tease from a girl dressed as a Biker Mice from Mars and generally meeting all manner of new and mental people. I also went to a lecture.
So, until the next mentor-related affair worth me posting about, so long!
