The beginning?

Jane Smith sat in her office cubicle sipping lukewarm, stale coffee and staring at her computer. Some days, she was content. She had a good job, a fair sized apartment and a small car. There was really nothing to complain about in her life. Except that it was so excruciatingly... well... ORDINARY. Jane knew she OUGHT to be content, but for some reason, there always seemed to be a niggly feeling at the back of her mind that she couldn't quite place. A feeling that things shouldn't quite be so entirely ordinary.