I hate the spring semester

I'm spent.  Me the sweet, understanding, everybody's friend reached the end of my rope today.  I was ready to throw something I was so angry.  I almost cried I was so angry, but I would be damned before I let some  prima donna flute player get the best of me. I usually pride myself in my ability to reason with everyone.  My number one engineering rule is make the musician comfortable.  But there was no reasoning with this guy.  I've never been in a situation where the words I spoke were completely disregarded.  It was like talking to a wall.  A really frustrating wall that wanted to ruin my mix with his ridiculous monitor demands.   The flute in the monitor was louder than the band in the PA.  I had the flute out of the house and it was still loud.  I'm still a little angry.  I just don't understand why the assumption is that I'm an asshole.  News flash, if every engineer you work with is a dick, it's not them it's you.  The worst part is he ruined the sound check for the five groups that came after him.  I need a vacation. And while I'm asking for things I won't get, I'd also like to not have to work with this guy again.