I guess I’m going to complain about work to strangers now.

Yesterday a colleague in another area of the organization emailed me about something that is a matter of legal concern within our purview, but not directly within our scope that they had only accidentally learned about. Seeing the project, the names of the players, and knowing their dispositions and general quality of work, as well as the importance of what they were fucking with, I responded, looping in all the possible stakeholders, explaining the concern, and requesting input. The Director of the area that initiated the changes responded with a long email that basically said they weren’t going to consider any concerns other than their own - not even legal compliance that didn’t impact the nuts and bolts of the work they do - despite my offer to facilitate the compliance and policymaking that needs to happen.
Privately, I messaged my boss, and the colleague who brought the issue to me - a manager - to say that I think the response was not considerate of the broader organizational needs and that we needed to probably intervene more directly, given the severity of the situation that’s brewing.
My boss: Well, if they don’t want to do it that way, they don’t want to do it that way.

Motherfucker. I am the responsible party. If their stupid fucking project gets us sued, this shit falls on my lap. I’m telling you, they can say what they want, but the buck stops with me.

But no. Let’s just shrug and claim helplessness because it’s not in the vibe to tell someone they are stepping on my toes. Zero fucking responsibility. No wonder I’m constantly teetering on the brink of burnout.