super advanced technology...

I work for a company called DHL. It boasts itself as being one the largest distribution companies in the world, and it probably is.

It is continuously striving to reach a level of absolute excellence in both customer service and technological advances. Which, from what I have recently seen, seems to be true.

I have, today, been given an opportunity to work for a minimum of 4 months, on secondment, in our stock management division. A post which I am very much looking forward to taking on.

Today was my first look into the advancements that DHL are striving to achieve. As part of my new role I have to take photographs of the stock to help aid the pickers with stock quantity so that pick errors are kept to a minimum.

I was given, what is quite possibly, the most advance piece of photographic equipment I have EVER had the pleasure of using in entire career as a photographer.

Please take a look at the splendor that is the Sony MVC-FD200.

I know that just the look of this equipment will want to make all of you ditch your 16mp Digital SLR's and rush out to buy, if you can afford it, one of these beauties.

BUT WAIT....before you dash out and spend your hard earned cash, please take a moment to view the super advanced media card it uses to store it's data. Such a thing has quite possibly never been seen by today's generation.

I have no idea how Sony have done it, or how DHL have managed to afford such quality, cutting edge equipment.

OK.....on your marks, get set..............GO!! and go quickly before the shops sell out!

distance...

Long-distance relationships have an urgency that couples in short-distance relationships can only dream of. Every second together counts. Every shared meal is savored; every kiss must be good enough to last weeks, maybe even months.

Have you really lived, after all, if you haven’t searched for your beloved’s face at an airport gate, cursing the flight delay because you have only a week before you must part again?

We should all be so lucky to seal in our memories the image of our lover on our doorstep, suitcase in hand, clothes wrinkled from a long trip, skin emanating a scent that we’ve forgotten but suddenly comes rushing back, bringing with it the recollection of the last time, which was too long ago and too brief, and ended with a tearful goodbye on this same doorstep.

It’s the most wonderful and most difficult thing I do in life, and I miss her already.