I find myself jamming lately to Glee's version of "Gold Digger" despite missing a good portion of it.  Oh well, it's a family show.

But I had a couple of thoughts during work today, one of them being the difference between a punch and a kick and how my "Perfect 20" Youth and Government shirt related to it.

Besides the obvious differences of a punch and a kick with fists for punches and legs for kicks, I realized that we describe our food that has a certain "punch" of flavor, or a "kick" of a certain flavor.

It's not PEMDAS, it's not interchangable.

Punch is the "word" used if you want to describe it as having a lot of flavor. Think about it.  Why do you think fruit punch is so fucking sweet that it can melt your enamel away?

Kick, on the other hand is primarily used for spicy stuff.  As if I ate some uber-spicy ice cream in North Carolina (I've actually read an article over AOL over this) where you have to sign a waiver before you get to eat it.  But yes, a "kick" is spice just goes off in your mouth, like a flame, or something of the sort.

Just thought I'd put that out there.

My second thought is that I wore my "Perfect 20" shirt after a long while.

For those who don't know, 20 is the highest score you can get on your proposal in the National Issues Commission program in Youth and Government.  It needs to have Creativity, Debatability and all that other stuff.  (Maybe this is why I don't deserve to be an intern? lol.)

But yes.  Those two, plus three other unmentioned/forgotten categories add up to a score up to twenty.  For the rest of the synopsis about the program, join Youth and Government and join NIC.

It's fun, and yes I'm promoting the Youth and Government program.

Now, back to my life. ( I know, I'm such an ass.)

My boss told me today that I get to "experience democracy" by being in the Employee's Committee.

Yup.

So basically, this is somewhat Youth and Government for me all over again, but with grown-ups and Managers.  I repeat, managers.  The thoughts in my head are flowing faster than the water in Niagara falls.  I've been working in the club for two months, and I do not know anything that goes around the system!

That's why I'm here for, right?

But after a monologue from my British general manager (yes, he's British, he wants England to win the World Cup, and he's a proud drunk while being an avid English soccer fan), I had a really good time with it and felt very professional.

Also, note to self:  Use proper grammar when blogging.  Partial reason why I have a crappy grade reading level...

I suppose that would be all...