Feet

A movie recommendation: a Spanish film called The Method. If you're into dialogue-driven movies like Twelve Angry Men and Glengarry Glen Ross, you'll definitely enjoy this one.

I've come to terms with the fact that I just may have to go back to Chicago, maybe until the economy gets better. I can't find a decent job here. I could work as a sales associate or a bakery shop cashier or something, but I'm not too keen on the idea of struggling to pay my rent and bills every month on a minimum wage salary while I could be running a restaurant in Chicago.

My dad owns a building with several shops, offices, and restaurants. One of the restaurants is moving out soon, and he wants to take its place and open a Mexican restaurant with his friend. Everything will be under my name, and the plan is for me to run it. Not too bad, huh? At least it's something to do, and I'll get some management experience, which seems to be what every damn employer requires nowadays.