My father passed away recently. As a boomer union electrician he left a surprisingly large estate. We're still dealing with closing that out. My brother referred to what we have so far as his “FU money” for if he wanted to quit his job.
He went to his supervisor with the legit request that he should be making more than the new hires, given that he'd worked there for years and was deeply involved with keeping the place running. His supervisor disagreed in no uncertain terms.
My brother left shouting the iconic “Fuck you, pay me” motto and kept it up as he walked out the door.
It brought a happy tear to my eye. It took a month of having that safety net for him to realize he controlled his time and labor. He's got 2 interviews lined up, more to keep busy than to do the full time grind.