First argument

Though I have just a short working life till this moment, I'm so far proud to say I gave most I have in every job and I have always been trying my best to control my temper. Today, mixed with my complicated and depressed feeling pissing me for months, I had a direct fight with the bitchy manager at the contract-out canteen. I felt really bad doing that but nothing could have stopped me doing that. Protecting the kids, occupying as little space as I can, using the best and politest words; she still pushing me toward the corner and even blackmailing me to complain to the camp. You are just wrong.