I had that for almost a year. Happiest I've ever been too. I didn't even look forward to days off because I wanted to be at work. It was also the lowest paying job I ever had as an adult. I was living at absolute bare minimum quality of life, and using a credit card just to afford enough to eat. But still losing weight, and already close to underweight. I had no choice but to leave.

I can imagine this is how a ton of young women get to experience work, with their fake jobs/adult daycare positions that companies make up for them, and overpay them for.