You’re flattered when people request work from you using fancy Latin words like “Pro Bono.”
You get to use all your fingers for one keyboard shortcut.
When it comes to file names, the word "final" means nothing to you.
You get to compete with your customer’s 12 year-old nephew who “knows photoshop and is really good at this sort of stuff.”
Your coworkers will agree that you were not “at-fault” when you cause a 20 car pile-up while analyzing a billboard.
You get to recognize this font.
You enjoy spending hours on quality designs without worrying too much because you know that your client, who knows more about design than you, will make you change everything.
You hate Myspace.
You hate Comic Sans.
You hate yourself.