Job, you are correct, ours IS a rather difficult profession. As one of the few non-cigarette smoking cooks in Seattle, I just LOVE getting paid for working my whole shift while my co-workers wait for every free moment to rush outside and smoke. So while I am cleaning the line and preparing for the next push, they're outside hacking down a couple of cigs. It can be so bad that I have actually taken to proclaiming my non-smoking status as a valuable asset in a kitchen. I don't spend my whole shift focusing on my next opportunity for a ciggie.
Jiggers, most cooks I have worked with, the overwhelming majority in fact, are obsessive about hand-washing and gloving up.
Some of us actually take pride in our profession; in the kitchen burns and cuts are routine, there are numerous repetitive and mind-numbing tasks we perform to ensure a uniform dish from the first to the last meal. Every customer thinks they are the only ones in the restaurant, every server agrees with them. There is NO speed that is fast enough, and you simply can't start skipping steps to get things out faster.
It isn't a job many could or would do for more than a few days or years; to make a career out of it takes quite a bit of dedication, the hours are long and the pay is lousy. I do it because I love the work, don't have dependents, and was in the Army, so I have socialized, government provided health-care at the VA, so am not trapped in an unsatisfying job just for the benefits.
How many Americans get to say that?