I have seen this trend myself. Once, I quit a job to take another that would allow me to attend all the boasting sessions (at least the job I quit was a crap job). About 2 months in, someone made up a story that the company I then worked for was owned by a church, and that I needed to quit that one, too, so I could pio-sneer (another attempt to get me to pio-sneer). They wanted me to quit, just on the heresy (without any evidence, let alone proof, aside someone saying that so I could pio-sneer).
I have seen it among other members of the congregations. The talks about quitting a job because of working on boasting session nights, or splitting a job so both could pio-sneer, are all too common. There was one family that cut way back on their means of living, eliminated all fun from their budget, and is likely to get a p*** poor Social Security check and zero pension when they retire (not to mention developing health problems). When I was going in, one day I saw the lead hounder's place--there was a nice elegant bookcase full of Washtowel littera-trash, and a few knickknacks being displayed elsewhere--but I could not find a TV, radio, or any other electronic or entertainment device on the premises! And I have seen a few elderly "sisters(??)", struggling to make ends meet, putting $20 bills into the Worldwide Pedophile Defense Fund like they were nothing.
More recently, where I now work, there was a brother and sister pair working. Both are witlesses, and they typically worked one [8 hour] shift per week. Even then, they would frequently be off because of pio-sneering, an a$$embly, or to raise money for a Kingdumb Hell quick build. I could not figure out how they got by on so little, unless they lived together (between the two, they rarely got more than 24 hours a week) with their parents. And, still they proved more loyal to the Jehovah's Witless religion than they did to their work.
And that's on top of the money they waste on suit dry cleanings, gas and vehicle wear and tear, donations to the Worldwide Pedophile Defense Fund, wasted trips to the Grand Boasting Session and the motel rooms (bedbugs, anyone?), and supplies for field circus.