Here is a fun fact, every second person I had met in my life hated their jobs. Sometimes it was simply because they could not figure out what they really wanted to do with their lives but in most cases, the oppressing working routine was to blame.

Get up at 6, brush your teeth, spend 1,5 hours commuting to work by train and then by subway, sit in your cubicle trying not to yawn all day (8 hours, mate!) and then there goes subway again. Who could survive this vicious circle? My father actually has been struggling with such a regime for more than 30 years constantly repeating he’d love to work from home. Unfortunately for him, my father is an engine driver so the closest he was to work from home was while playing with my brother and his toy train set.