Friday afternoons

One of the unusual things about my job is that I get Friday afternoons off. While I'd like to think this 'perk' is to reward my hard wark persuading uninterested teenangers to read English aloud, I doubt the free afternoon is little more than a way to keep my working time below 38 hours. And by keeping my hours below 38 hours, I'm considered to be a part-time employee, which is either a condition of my visa or a fiddle to reduce the benefits I'm entitled to.

Regardless, my weekend starts from 11:45am on Friday afternoons. And what does one do with this free-time extention? Do I take a drive out to a viewpoint? Do I enjoy a long, three-hour onsen? Do I cram in all the week's household chores? DO I whip out the study books and revise those strange words I've heard over the week? Well, sometimes I do get motivated to one of the above, but usually what happens is I take a nap, and the nap grows from twenty minutes to two hours when I roll over an sleep through the alarm.

I'm not sure if I actually need the sleep or if it's a habit from my old flat but, eventhough the nap and the dreams are nice, I can't help thinking that I've wasted my time. That I could have spent the two or three hours doing something more productive. But then I guess, Friday afternoon is my free time, and I should be using it to relax. And you can't get more relaxed than on your back snoozing.