I call her the “Teflon Cell Tower”. Every day, she runs hither and yon, like a baby elephant, each meeting more critical than the next. Whatever goes in her ears at one meeting is transmitted out of her mouth at the next, regardless of it’s relationship to the subject matter. Sadly, nothing actually sticks in her brain. Or to her hands, for that matter.
Consequently, her colleagues are tortured by the endless reiteration of known truths and obvious facts sprinkled with trite consulting buzzwords and business-speak. For her, they are profound thoughts for pressing issues. They may have been someone else's thoughts long ago,but that has no bearing here.
If her established patter is derailed by a question or a comment, the verbal tap dancing can last for 20 minutes or more until she restores the correct broadcast frequency.
Given what I have witnessed in the last 15 years, her future is secure – she does no real work, has no real expertise and agrees with everything.
TCT is no longer my problem. After a long, distinguished career, I had enough FU money to liberate myself when this re-assignment was announced. I love being free from the people I hate, but I do miss hating them on a daily face-to-face basis.