What happen in the office at night. Will gonna miss those times (and those guys).

Starting in the new office tomorrow—6 offices in 3 years span of career. 

A futile effort to draw a cat—
only to find that it is easier to draw a dog.

A futile effort to draw a cat—

only to find that it is easier to draw a dog.

And the last time I checked, the skeleton in the office is still the faithful victim of daily abuse.

And the last time I checked, the skeleton in the office is still the faithful victim of daily abuse.

We have been aiming to be the hottest advertising agency in Indonesia…

and today we finally, definitely get it… 

It’s bloody burning,

as my friend’s original tweet (unedited):

lembuwiworo lembu wiworo jati  
Colmanhandoko, the hottest creative agency 2011!! We’re on fired now!!!!

The story is,

I just got back from a gloomy morning meeting at the client this morning. Then somebody saw a fire burning on the next building (our office consists of 3 different buildings) and we thought it was easily extinguishable. 

We ran down the stairs to help putting out the fire. And for a while, things seemed to be in control.

However, after just a few minutes, we saw a great ominous smoke rising out from every pore of the roof.

So everybody starts panicking; one particular woman fainted; other hysterical; and peoples, also passersby start gathering in front of our office. It was understandable that the house is an old house and doesn’t seem to have proper safety measures against this kind of disaster. It doesn’t have fire extinguisher, fire alarm, or even a proper water hose.

A female colleague of ours screamed both in terror and tears for somebody to call the fire department. Smoke was everywhere and everybody knew that things had gone out of control. We started running inside to save important files and equipments—before it’s too late—like iMacs, printers, legal papers, even guitars, and other stuffs.

The real challenge was this car that was parked in front of the house (inside the compound). The girl who owns the car was out on a meeting, and the key was with her. To avoid an explosion, we had to get the car out in any way possible. We tried to smash the car window with stones and steel pipe, but in vain, until a guy came out of nowhere with a gigantic log and smashed the window to pieces. He jumped inside and took off the handbrake. But the other thing was, the steering wheel was not in proper, straight position—so the front wheel was tilted to side. That was fucked up. So, we, 9 people needed to push the car, while occasionally lifting it up when it was about to hit something. It was a hard, arduous task—but we got the car out of the harm’s way.

Just in time we got the car out, the fire was blazing like mad. But luckily, the firefighters came on time. What I mean by “on time” is that they really came on time. I might be disappointed with many things about Indonesia, but today, I’m proud to say that they don’t include the firefighters. They came and did their work immediately without delay.

 

There were like 5 or 6 firetrucks in the spot with some damn long hoses, working hard to kill the fire.

Then I saw one particular guy was kicking and wriggling, being held by everybody because he intended to get back inside the burning house for his bag (cellphones, money, wallet inside) which was left behind—of course nobody let him, there was too much danger in it. Only then I remembered about my stuff in the next building. I ran for it.

The smoke was crazy, but I risked it to save my little friend, Yoda (he’s safe and sound in my room now). 

And while I was running around the smoke-filled room for the Yoda. I saw my boss running down the stairs with a shit-load of books and a Macbook charger around his neck. “Let’s get the fuck out,” he said. So we escaped the smoke-filled building and called out some of our friends in sight to get their things into my car—which I drove it away from the danger zone. 

After securing my car, I returned to the house to see that the fire had much or less extinguished—very much thanks to the firefighters. But nearly the whole house was collapsed, charred, destroyed.

 

The other two buildings who stood next to each other (in one of them is where my desk is) were fine. The fire didn’t manage to spread.

In the end, we were just grateful that there were nobody wounded or harmed. So far, we estimated that 8 brand new iMacs in boxes turned to ashes, as well as a motorcycle of one of our colleague.

Our bosses handled this professionally, systematically. I did the headcount and everybody was safe.

It was one hell of an experience.

We went home early today.

The third and the final installation of our Joni Blak Blak TVC.

With the Ninja-bomb disappearing style, I have accomplished one of few elements in my TVC element wish-list:

1. Asian guy dancing on a Dance Dance Revolution machine

2. Disappearing ninja stye

3. Stormtroopers

4. Having a real polar bear in the set

5. Mortal Kombat theme song

6. Make a TVC out of cardboards

7. A man screams more than 5 seconds

8. Dancing cat

9. Sword fight

10. Gun fight

The second installation of our Joni Blak-Blak TVC for Axis.

Previous one here

The last day in office before Lebaran, we play a dangdut song by Keke—Godain Kita Dong (translate: please flirt with us) which is currently really popular in our office, and also serves as a tribute to our friend who’s having his last day of work.

Happy Lebaran everybody!

Stickers
you got the picture, Marie.

Stickers

you got the picture, Marie.

Friday night:
finishing The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920) in the deserted office, alone, just for kicks (the iMac has quite good speakers).

Friday night:

finishing The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920) in the deserted office, alone, just for kicks (the iMac has quite good speakers).

We had a few meetings in the office today.

This what was actually happened on one of the meetings.

I don’t know the dancing guy, he just mystically appeared from nowhere.