When I started working in a factory I had to work either second or third shift in a lab, alone. 2nd being 2:30–11:00. 3rd being 10:30–7.
The average people on 2nd shift were younger, and a lot more friendly than those on third. I’d also never been able to sleep during daylight, so I chose 2nd shift.
Well, they hired a kid to work 3rd shift. He was fairly newly married and he was a hunter, so he wanted to be out in the woods before daylight. He begged and begged and occasionally I’d swap shifts for a few days. Finally, his wife had some issue and he really needed to change to 2nd shift. Reluctantly, I agreed. I was pretty much going home, watching nothing on the tube for a couple hours (I also can go home and to sleep) and getting up in time to eat, get ready, and go to work.
You know what? I loved it!
2nd shift was young and friendly? Yup. Constant drama and dating.
I was sleeping about 2 am to 10am, so not only was I sleeping during the day, but I was always tired and had zero life.
3rd shift I’d get off in the morning and go to the store if I needed anything. Even Walmart is deserted at that hour. I’d run the streets, go to lunch, get whatever needed done, done, then lay down 1–2 in the afternoon. I was so tired by then I slept like a log. I’d get up about 5, eat breakfast, shower and do to work. I had more waking hours than I ever had.
The only reason I gave it up was I got a new supervisor that was an ass.
My only caveat is that I was single at the time.