love that i have absolutely no idea what that means! I remember staying OUT of the backroom. I was the only computer guy, there was a lady who did layout on an ancient (1970s) typesetting machine) and there were two guys “in the back” that did all the presses, cutting machine, lithography, etc. Boss tried teaching me but I knew even back then: stay what I’m good with or they’ll put you where you’re incompetent.
So I got my fingerprints on the lithographs, made crooked cuts with the gillutine, etc.
Not intentionally mind you: it was my FEAR of being put in the backroom on off days, away from the computer, that made me butterfingers. But I wasn’t surprised either.