Can you pinpoint the moment that killed your passion for your job?

It was a three-day weekend, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and I was already scheduled to work Sunday and Monday.

On Saturday I got a call from work, they needed my telephonic help with something.

That didn't require me to go in, so I handled it from home and it took me about 30 minutes.

I added 30 minutes to my time card for the work on

Saturday, you know, my only day off, and on Tuesday, after his three-day weekend, my boss tells

me the Saturday, overtime, 30 minutes, was disapproved because I didn't actually come in. So I just

stopped answering my company paid cell phone outside of work hours. I started working for Radio Shack as a Christmas employee in 1989.

When the holiday months were over, they offered me a full-time job and I took it.

For the first four or five months, it was great and I enjoyed coming to work.

Then the manager got fired and a new manager took over.

At first, he was okay and we got along decently, especially since they'd

announced that they were going to move the store to a newly built strip mall where we should

see a nice uptick in business. Great! The week of the move, I put in a lot of overtime, helping

to get the new store set up, putting up shelves, arranging displays, among other things. The

weekend we moved, the district manager screwed us. He said he was going

to rent a big U-Haul truck and get 15 to 20 people to help us. He did nothing and got nobody,

so we were on our own. I worked 36 hours straight, went home for six hours, sleep, then came

back and worked another 12, getting everything moved and set up. The district manager didn't

thank me for putting in all those hours

and helping. He complained that it took so long to do it and said we were weak. When I went to turn in

my time card, my manager didn't want to pay me for all the overtime. He and the district manager

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