So for 5 years I've been training in for a specialty certification. What was required for this certification was hundreds of hours of clinical practice, an essay, an affidavit from someone already certified, a weekend-long workshop, and thousands of dollars. I sent in my application to the state board and waited 15 weeks, not knowing whether all my hard work and hard-earned dollars would go to waste. Not only did I have to endure the training and application process, but my crazy-bitch former boss lied to the state board and other managers in our company to prevent me from getting the certification.
You see, back in April, immediately before I sent in the application, I went to the Balenciaga boutique in South Coast Plaza with my friend D. I saw a few bags I wanted and nearly bought a red Day. D bought a City and was urging me to get the Day to lessen the blow on her. I wanted to walk away with the bag, especially since the sales associate, Andres, was so nice. I resisted temptation and told myself that I'd come back for the Day if I got my certification. Besides, I really wanted a purple bag.
On August 2, my application was approved and I triumphed! I immediately thought of my Balenciaga bag, but I didn't have any time to drive to SCP. So I headed for the West Hollywood boutique and found a dark violet Town. Soooo gorgeous! The most perfect shade of purple, but I couldn't buy it without D there. However, their Spring ready-to-wear was scheduled to clear out, and I wanted a piece of Nicolas Ghesquiere, so after trying on several dresses, I decided on this understatedly sexy one (I "jacked it up" with my Hermes collier de chien):