For now, let's just say, well...

Meatball's a bitch/ She's a big fat bitch/ She's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world/ She's a stupid bitch, if there ever was a bitch/ She's a bitch to all the boys and girls/ On Monday she's a bitch/ On Tuesday she's a bitch/ On Wednsday through Saturday she's a bitch/ Then on Sunday, just to be different, she's a superkinkamayamayabeeatch

Southpark lyrics aside, she truly is an unpleasant individual. A "bitch" if you will.

I do believe that during the course of the marathon meeting she screamed at all of her staff in the style of an enraged Jerry Springer guest. It was just not right. Not right at all.

And this was all because everyone in the division got together and had a work-related meeting on one of the many days that meatball didn't haul her junked up trunk into the office.

Well, that and we were all back 15 minutes late from lunch due to our slow service at the restaurant we dined at. And we even called halfway into lunch to tell her that we were running a few minutes late... to her damn meeting that she rescheduled three times. Then she made sure that she "re-adjusted" all of our time sheets to reflect that we, gasp, took an hour and fifteen minute lunch. All this coming from a woman who puts in a constant 20 hour work week. Tops.

To conclude, this is just partially why...

Meatball's a bitch/ She's a big fat bitch/ She's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world.