Your impending deadlines cause you to break into a cold sweat whenever you hear a Back-to-School commercial featuring the word “homework”.
You find yourself silently judged for eating ice cream in public.
The change in temperature means you can no longer lord it over your more conventionally-employed friends with your “I get to wear shorts to work everyday” mantra.
Your GPPD (Guilty-Pleasure-Procrastination-DVD) of choice is now “Hocus Pocus” (formerly “Grease 2”, soon to be “Love Actually”).
You shift seamlessly from not caring about baseball to not caring about football.
When a project has you particularly stressed out and you find yourself steeped in despair, you step outside, take a deep breath of cool, crisp air, look at the glorious leaves changing colors before your very eyes, and think to yourself “Everything’s dying.”
There comes a day when you just instinctively know that it’s time to turn the smiling sun wearing sunglasses on your dry-erase calendar into a smiling ghost wearing sunglasses. It is not spoken of. It simply occurs.
Your EAD (Election Anxiety Disorder) kicks into high gear.
Much of your creative energy now spent coming up with elaborate reasons to not attend holiday functions (which CAN’T be countered by the question “But you make your own schedule, right?”).