Years and years ago I was the Stake Librarian. My first job was to bring order to the Christchurch Stake Library which was straining under the weight of decades of junk. In order to make sense of what I was to do with a dusty room full of layers of stuff I cracked open the librarians handbook and discovered that the library was entitled to a photocopier.
I pointed this out to the Stake President who sent through a requisition for said photocopier to the Auckland office. In due course the photocopier arrived. It was a sad excuse for a photocopier but it was the only one in the Christchurch Stake at the time and was regularly eyed greedily by those with leadership or administrative responsibilities who would sometimes stop by just to watch it shudder and click its way to a fuzzy copy of a hymn.
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