For myself, I like to knock off work at about 3 pm, hit the links or drop by the club for a single malt scotch (or three).
Back on my homeworld, Neecknaw, I expected my troops, commanders, and personal grooming team to work 24/7, but that turned out to be unrealistic. So eventually I let them have ten hours off, per week. They could do with it what they willed: sleep, eat, bathe, and so on. (Though very few of my Gorriloids-in-Fezes Brigade ever chose to bathe.)
The main thing is that they worked so hard, they couldn’t possibly consider rebellion.
It seems to be working on this planet too.