A New York State of Mind

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Muffie Benson-Perella (muffie AT dealbreaker.com) is an Associate in the Investment Banking Division of a "Bulge Bracket" bank. She holds a B.A. in French and Art from Vassar College and an M.B.A. from Harvard Business School. Her regular column "Heard in the Suite" is a probing (and, ahem, fictional) weekly look into the secret lives and behind the velvet curtains of the investment banking world.
One of my friends from Harvard, Sunny, came to New York to work in investment banking. Sunny was a year ahead of me so she was already a Second Year Associate when I started. I didn't really see much of her when I was interning.
Sunny and I used to be pretty good friends. Her parents and my parents played a lot of tennis together in Connecticut and they used to ski at our place in Telluride since my mother stopped going. (She thinks the Alps are much better skiing now and Telluride has gotten really crowded anyway since the third development in the Mountain Village got built). Sunny went to Brown when I was at Vassar and we didn't see much of each other until we met up again at HBS.
So I was a little annoyed when she wouldn't return my calls promptly. After all, here was one of her Harvard classmates, in a new city, well sort of, since I never spent much time in the city until my internship, but she wouldn't answer the phone when I called.
Finally, I ran into her at this party. She was talking to some guy (I found out later he's a Vice President and he went to Columbia and does a lot of coke) when I walked up to her. I just said "Hi Sunny!" She stared at me, really coldly, and said, "My name's not Sunny now, Muffie." She really spit my name out when she said it. "Its Jennifer."
Her name is actually Jennifer but no one ever called her that until she came to New York and started hanging out with Vice President Cokehead from Columbia. Even her mom still calls her Sunny.
There's no way I'm letting New York go to my head like that.

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