Okay fogies, get your asses back to work!
One thing about getting older is that more often your job is a "regular" job. Monday through Friday, business hours, usually in some office building or maybe a plant. All through school, I worked a series of jobs where I'd have the night shift, day shift, work these days, get these days off, and it could vary from week to week depending on who was making the schedule.
If you're lucky, you end up in a somewhat steady arrangement where you work weekends because they're the busiest, plus some weekdays to fill up your schedule, and whatever days you don't work constitutes your weekend. My "weekend" was Monday and Tuesday for a while, and yeah, it was kinda cool having days off when most other people were working, but eventually it was kinduva hassle because I was working Saturday and Sunday -- the real weekend -- when more and more of my friends were off. Why? Because they'd graduated and had real jobs, and I was still a loser student working part-time in restaurants. I took some time off after high school to play loud music in bars and didn't finally graduate until I was 27.
Anyway, a big part of being a grown-up to me was getting a real Monday through Friday job with regular hours and not worrying about when my days off would be or if I had to plan around working the night shift or whatever.
But it's Monday morning after a helluva New Year's weekend and I really don't wanna go to work.