Traveling down the same ol' expressway

Most days, I wonder how I manage to get myself to my destination. I would not be able to remember the past 25 mins of my 30 mins driving. Strange.. I don't remember passing by Shah Alam or Subang and here I am outside the office. Would you call it forgetfulness? Or am I losing my mind literally?
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Then there are days when I am on the road and wish I was walking down a high street in London or on the train to Cinque Terre or Venezia. Or just soaking up the sun down in Napoli. Those are the days I wonder why I'm working where I am and driving down the same ol' road everyday. Is this all there is to life... Working 9 to 8, 5 days a week, go out on Sat night, recuperate and gear my mind for work on Sunday and repeat the cycle continuously at the same time not enjoying what I do and living each day knowing that it will not get any better but somehow lie to myself that it will?
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I'm a person who enjoys simple things in life who gets excited at every small things. So what can't I try to enjoy my job or laugh off the stress? Is it because I think there's something better out there? Or is there? What's my ideal idea of quality of life?
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1. A job which I enjoy doing.
2. I get paid for overtime and by a lot.
3. I can balance a personal and working life at the same time.
4. When I don't feel the need to drink away my misery every week
5. When I don't spend 101% of mthly wage. In any case, I think I ought to be spending maximum only 80% of my pay.
6. When I look forward and I don't mind the thought of going back to work on Mondays
7. When my heart skips really fast when thinking bout going back to work
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People say it's normal to feel that way about a job. But nope.. That's not what I want. Maybe I want something which I can consider to be "a better life" and not succumb to the "so called life" stage.