Normally I never get it... that feeling of comfort you get when you're off from work, and you know you don't have to go to work the following day, either.
Prior to my current job, where my days off are Sunday and Tuesday, and have been for almost a year now, I worked at another call center for nearly three years. It took me about a year at that call center to get enough seniority to get Sunday and Monday off with day time hours. (I had not yet managed to be able to reliably bid on Saturday and Sundays off when I left that job; shifts with weekends off and daytime hours are the Holy Grail of call center work, and are reserved for the very privileged elite at the very tip top of the seniority ladder.)
At my current call center, forget having Saturday and Sunday off... I've never seen a shift where anyone gets both those days. But just getting two days off in a row is a near impossibility. Which is why, when I accumulated a bunch of vacation and personal days in December of last year that I had to schedule, if not use, by the end of the month, since HR was changing their scheduling software and no one would guarantee that the days would continue to be available, I put them all on Mondays in January and February.
So for an oh too brief period which will soon be over, I get not just two days off in a row, but three days off in a row, most weeks. (I missed the first Monday in January and the first Monday in February because they were already scheduled up by other employees. But I got the rest of them.)
So Saturday night is pretty sweet, because I'm on the brink of a three day weekend and that's always a wonderful feeling. Sunday is awesome, because I've still got two days left. And Monday is pretty good, because there's always Tuesday.
But Tuesday just FLIES away...
I enjoy the buffer.