I started working at 18 years old working a 7 day shift
then off two days. Days off were monday and tuesday and once a month a long weekend. By 22 years old I was quite depressed. I had no concept of statuary holidays, none!
No Easter, Labour day, Thanksgiving, or Christmas.
Certainly never saw those great Saturday morning cartoons.
I seldom saw daylight and more importantly I seldom had a sunny weekend to myself.
Even if I did, who coould I socialize with? People are active when we are sleeping (daytime)!
Not including the messed up sleeping patterns, too much coffee and cigarettes. At social events, I was the party bore or had too sleep or was at work. Good for marriage? Good for kids?- I doubt that! The good news, I quit at 25 years old, after 7 years. I Enjoyed daylight hours ever since. I may not have ever made as much money since that period neither. Yet, life went on! with no regrets. Today, that plant closed down (last month), 20 years later! Where are the people I left behind, they are now 50 years old. Plus I sleep like a baby, in seconds every night.
I have no advice for you just a shared experience of night shift life.