Part of the gig is smiling politely and enduring the little indignities of serving the wealthy: the snobbery; the ignorance; the refusal of some kept housewives to make eye contact; the refusal of some country club douches from Connecticut to treat you as a human being. I’ve heard repeatedly that the wealthiest and most powerful individuals are actually often the kindest, whereas the pretenders to the throne (like, I assume, this guy) are the worst.
The real joy of daily work is in what we have to give. We are not fulfilled by what we can seek to please us, but what we can build and offer. It is not fame, or money, or recognition that makes for a thoroughly meaningful life, it is how we put our gifts to use. It is how we give.