Asklemmy

I just did. I'm lucky that I can afford it. Although, because of tax, it affects my take home way less than 20%.

It's wild really. I'm lucky, and most of my career I've been in the maximum tax bracket in my country. Also cause I'm lucky, I kept getting raises and bonuses, because I work damn hard and I'm pretty good at what I do.

The thing is though, I'm no better off in terms of my life quality for all that money. I live in a small semi-detached in a nowhere town. I'm incredibly grateful to have been able to buy rather than rent, but I'd still like to strive for a little more space, a little more privacy or a little more excitement. But the way property is, even though I'm earning well, it seems impossible. I've tried unsuccessfully 3 times in the last 5 years to move , and come to the conclusion without earning a considerable amount more than I am it's impossible.

My basic needs were met long ago. I find ways to waste money here and there, but nothing to really work towards. I guess I could have kids, but this place is too small for a dog, let alone a couple of sprogs, and I wouldn't wish this world on another generation. The only good reason to be earning more for me is to maybe protect the quality of life I have should I lose my job or the situation gets worse in general (inflation, climate change etc), and again it doesn't seem like it's much protection. I believe in the important of tax, I'd pay even more if I thought it'd be used for good, but with this circus in charge, it'd hard to imagine much of my considerable tax bill going to help people rather than ending up in the pocket of some corpo with a government contract.

Add to that, jobs seem to get worse and worse. I swear everyone I know, across multiple sectors, is burning out. Corpos and governments alike are treating people like garbage, working them to death then discarding them as reward. Profits go up. Nothing of value gets made. Everyone but the bosses gets fucked.

As for my job, I worked hard and gave it a lot. I've seen the company mistreat and discarded good people for years, while outsourcing to halfwits and grifters (and I can't even be that angry at the grifters given what they're paid regionally). It's impossible to make a positive change, although I still try. But I hate it. The job grinds me down and takes everything.

I plan to work as little as possible, even if it means cutting back. I live in hope that it'll mean I recover a little, maybe find some joy again. Not much hope, but worth 20%.

(Sorry for that becoming antiwork tirade. It's been a shitty few years.)