No dancing in the kitchen

I have been working at a restaurant in Washington DC for about 3 months and for the first time I got yelled at!!..... it had been a slower night with no dessert orders and being  wired as I am, I was getting antsy. The first order came 3 hours after the start of my shift and I was elated; it was for 1 bread pudding, a dessert which I normally hate plating but this particular night it was just fine. I quickly grabbed the ticket from the printer and put it in my window then turned to pick up the plate and begin the process that takes about 47 seconds. As I found the proper vessel to carry my bread pudding sitting in a pool of creme anglaise from me to its table, I found myself dancing a bit, a little wiggle and a twirl and I was off, or so I thought. At just that moment Chef caught me in the act of enjoying my job and promptly yelled across to me, "what the hell do you think you are doing? there is no f&*%ing dancing in the kitchen, you should know that!"  I was stunned and proceeded to plate my desserts for the rest of the night with no further communication to the man, and both feet firmly planted. My hips however were a different story!! For the remainder of my shift I didn't so much as look at him and when it was time to leave I left without a word.  He had lost my respect because he had humiliated me in front of customers and other employees and worst of all I had allowed that man to hinder my joy for an evening.   On the drive home I wondered something... in an expo kitchen that is open to the eyes and ears of the restaurant's guests, what would one rather see/hear: a pastry girl twirling with a plate and laughing with the staff as she promptly fills her orders, or the Chef swearing and yelling at his staff treating them as far less than the "hired help"?? And I wonder in what manual for any job does it clearly state, "no dancing" and if that type of job does exists I would most certainly never work for that company.  While on the subject, if a manual states anything it should state that there is a time and a place and a manner in which to communicate to your staff and public humiliation laced with profane language I am sure is not proven to be the most effective method.  It is strange to me how people will sacrifice joy for what we have defined as professionalism and when you break that school of thought, the Mr. Hyde appears in many. That night I didn't fit in, and it will never be among my New Year's resolutions to do so.