I wonder what ever happened to Whyjob. There were some characters in those forums.
It's amazing that more people don't voice their true feelings on this issue. We were fortunate to have stumbled upon that forum when there were a handful of people being completely frank. It was as if we were all intending on dying soon and didn't give a damn what the values of the herd (and the ruling elite) were.
... the feeling that work is a moral value in itself, and that anyone not willing to submit themselves to some kind of intense work discipline for most of their waking hours deserves nothing, is extraordinarily convenient for them.
I witness this also in the "thera-peutic industrial complex" where "therapists" and others in the mental health profession chant the mantra about how reporting to a "behavioral health treatment center" at the very least provides structure ... For what? As preparation for the "work-shy" to be put back in a harness.
There is such a taboo against goofing off, farting around, and just sitting around thinking. They seem to suspect that idleness leads to debauchery, drunkenness ... marijauna-induced comas ... Maybe, for a great many, too much time on their hands does lead to self-destructive habits, but there are certainly those who can momentarily snap out of such habits and maybe get hooked on reading horror or philosophy ... or just tinkering with math, code, and depressive, defeatist, nihilistic ideas.
The work ethic seems to have less to do with economics and more to do with morality and social control.
Also, there must be a compulsion to justify one's standard of living. Suppose one had inherited a fortune. Unlike Arthur Schopenhauer, who openly strove to live the life of a scholar, kind of stretching the funds, there are those who must feel obligated to hold some kind of position with some corporation so as to appear self-made.
Of course, as the above article points out,
what would happen were this entire class of people to simply disappear? Say what you like about nurses, garbage collectors, or mechanics, it’s obvious that were they to vanish in a puff of smoke, the results would be immediate and catastrophic.It’s not entirely clear how humanity would suffer were all private equity CEOs, lobbyists, PR researchers, actuaries, telemarketers, bailiffs or legal consultants to similarly vanish. (Many suspect it might markedly improve.) Yet apart from a handful of well-touted exceptions (doctors), the rule holds surprisingly well.It's so much more pleasant posting such things on a message board that few people read than to debate with those who chant the mantras ... those who wave flags and encourage youth to join the military.

Maybe the reason why reading Cioran had an even stronger impact on me than reading Schopenhauer was the degree of Cioran's shameless attitude toward loafing, stating that sometimes the best thing you can do to get through a day is to lay down and groan. I'm not minimizing the effect Schopenhauer had on my attitude, but - you see - as a maintenance worker, one who collected garbage, cleaned toilets, mowed grass, cleared roadways of snow and fallen trees, etc, I had to imagine myself some kind of monk since I would be able to reflect on the ideas I had studied at night during the workday. There were endless opportunities for reflection and meditation. I just always wondered what Schopenhauer would have done were he in my boots.
Then, a couple years after discovering Schopenhauer's works, sometime in 1993, I found Cioran's The Trouble With Being Born in a library. Now here was a thinker who was not living off an inheritance. How did he pull it off, I wondered. At my innermost core, that inner presence who would daily drag his invisible chains as a "state slave" read Cioran as the most delightful blasphemy against my work ethic. I had prided myself on being a conscientious "good worker," a workhorse ... "Mission Mike" ...
I never imagined that my severe moods would lead to me shunning employment altogether, seeking refuge in the underground economy of welfare and government relief.
On whywork.org. Nat and I imagined we were part of some kind of organic SSI Monastery!

(Of course, mine is a very non-Hollywood rotten toothed grin ... dental horror!)