a tiff

I just cant get over machismo attitudes.  Yes, I understand you are a male and need to flex your testosterone and rub up against everything so that your scent marks your territory.  But, it doesn't mean that I will be bending over and taking it in the rear (figure of speech).  So to make a short story long, Christmas Eve I am catering a party for an upper east side woman and I am starting the regular procedure of leaving the kitchen.   Now, all day I have been dealing with smart ass cooks and pretty much over it!  I already tried to play nice by allowing music in the kitchen.  My chef doesn't allow music, and when trying to find a compromise between circus mariachi and my beloved metal, the language barrier being what it is, none of us ended up listened to music. 
Back to leaving the kitchen part.  Time passes and I get ready to pick up the Sprinter.  I let everyone know that I will be back and to get everything ready to load the food into the giant box shaped car.  Apparently at some point in the day the guys had decided to form a cue and when everyone was supposed to pitch in and finish up for the day they decided to not help me load in.   I'm over the whole thing and start finishing up work without them.  While I'm carrying heavy boxes, crates of bottles, a half proofer and other items necessary for me to make a living, they watch, and then feel sorry for me.  My fine worker bees try to help, but before they are able to make it to the door where the low rumbling from the truck is announcing its impatience to leave I professing how I am over all their childish bullshit, I demand they drop everything and get the fuck out of the kitchen.   It felt great to get that bit of frustration out.
It is difficult to express the feeling of my days work in a single story, but it is even harder, to express why I love what I do.  There is no other job in the world, except construction and the mafia, where feelings are so openly expressed.    Passion is my essence for living and cooking is my passion. And I don't care at what cost sometimes.  There is nothing more beautiful then accomplishing a days work in a profession where you have followed your heart.