another day in the office

Another Wednesday. Everything is the same. Office. Sleepy people. The smell of cheap coffee. The sound of printed out documents. And feeling that something should happen but has not happen yet. Every day is the same...
There is an expression that every smoked cigar shorten a life by 10 minutes, every bottle of vodka by 30 minutes and every day at office by 8 hours...
That's about me. Even more in my case if include in the formula the time I commute to work, the time I feel tired after work and the time I am thinking how to avoid my work and do it smoother for me. To be busy with the things I do not like takes so much of me.
Sometimes I feel like I am misspending my life...Even the thoughts that my present occupation is merely temporary do not help. I am temporary myself.
I want to do the things which are interesting for me, to choose my projects myself and get the results which move me forward. Yes, I can quit my job and I will do so soon enough. But what next? To find a similar position? And work to be able to pay my rent?
To open my own business? How I will finance it? That's the question.
Get MBA degree? Will any bank give me the loan I need? The same question.
To write a book? What will I eat during this time? I definitely have to find the answer.
Who told that money did not buy the happiness? Somebody really wealthy I guess. The lack of money definitely buys you misery.
A lot of questions. Even more options. Not one is easy. Are any of them possible?
It is depressing and exciting is the same time, depends on which emotion to concentrate. There is no shortcut to the way how to live my life. Nobody can give me a right advice, because nobody knows me better that I do. Only I responsible for the results of my decisions.
Yes...Let's see what happen tomorrow. By tomorrow I mean the day when I will be able to do what I want not what the society expects from me. The day when I won't enjoy seeing sleepy and disgruntled faces of the colleagues I have nothing to talk about, inhale the smell of their coffees and expect the things which probably never happen.