It's odd how you're expected to grit your teeth and be unhappy for the vast majority of your life. That weekends and occasional vacations are your incentives for a lifetime of stress, boredom, or being thought of as nothing more than an automaton meant to service the ungrateful. Unless you land a gig that makes you happy, but people make that sound very rare.
You exist to have a fraction of your life to yourself until you're old enough for it to be socially acceptable to quit. By then, you're too weak and shriveled to make the most of your freedom.