Amayzine

Liesbeth and I are sitting at the editorial office with our desks facing each other.

“Jet, give me the first sentence of this piece.”

“Lies, should I smoke a cigarette, yes or no? ” (I have quit, just so you know)

“Jet, what if I eat this Snickers?”

“Lies, I really don’t know how to wrap up this post with a bang, help me out.”

“Jet, what shall I cook tonight?”

“Lies, have you seen that email in the info@amayzine folder? My goodness. Are you replying?”

“Jet, what do you think of him?”

“Lies, whát the fak should I Instagram?”

Distracting each other is going quite well. Even if one of us wants to make a Instagram photo it takes at least a quarter of an hour for that. With all that chatting and social media-ing and so on, we always come up with funny pieces, so we see it all as very much business-like, you understand that. A small selection of what can distract us daily here. Does anyone have help for us? Thank you.

Push notifications from Net-A-Porter or The Outnet that come to announce that a new collection can be dragged into your shopping cart. Off to the site.

When a package arrives, everything stops and we have to look at each other to see what we have received.

We immediately check when a message appears in the Amayzine WhatsApp, especially if it’s from sales director Daniëlle, because she always sends something unappetizing.

When people walk by, we often have a little chat with them.

Checking how many likes we already have. This is checked every minute, what am I saying, every second when there’s a photo posted on Instagram.

Oeiii, suddenly we need to paint our nails. When we.

start to get a little hungry we always have to talk about it. Instagram photos of someone else. “Oh my god Lies, check Nick Bateman for a second, he just can’t.” And voila, we both end up scrolling through his photos for half an hour (which we have both already seen ten thousand times).

Just as we are typing for one minute: “But Lies, how was last night actually? Tell!”.

Liesbeth and I are sitting at the editorial office with our desks facing each other. “Jet, give me the first sentence of this piece.” “Lies, should I smoke a cigarette…”