Apparently, the safety committee has been handed the responsibility of determining our critical spares requirements.

I see no problem with this. What could possibly go--

Problem solved. But the safety manager, who looks like, acts like, and probably
is Mr Rogers, won't come out of his office until I go home. The safety technician, who works for him and largely orchestrated this, has taken impromptu vacation, and my boss has suggested - and this sounds familiar - that I take some anger management classes or some shit. I manage my anger just fine.
God, it feels so good to drop the wrath again. I don't feel as if I've really been
me since 2015.