Describe the smell of static

I have recently become more aware of the smell of static in the office. Upon mentioning this I realised I was the only person who has noticed this and added further credence to my 'odd one in the corner' credentials. That said, I'm still most likely the 'most sane person they know', to paraphrase a previous description of me.
I'm not sure if the smell is related to a recent affliction that has swept through much of the networked electronic equipment, which creates a new little hurdle most days. Though this is not a bad thing. I made the mistake of getting quite good at doing my job quite quickly and accurately when faced with an overflowing in tray and no replacement for my colleague.
Now that the process has been largely simplified, most of my self taught skills (which I am despairingly proud of) have become redundant. I don't get to play on the cool stuff that would give me the skills to work elsewhere in the industry, and this position is pretty rigid in its dead-endedness.
Not that I ever intended to stay here, but I can't say I anticipated to be working for a company that has decided to buck the industry trend, to neither it's benefit or credit, and has left me in possibly a worse position than if I had never worked in publishing before.
The prospect of becoming self employed is becoming ever more distant, since it relies on my completing the training. If I'd completed it within the six months I had intended to, the momentum might have acted as motivation for at least eighteen months. As it is I'm stagnating in an office with no future, failing to complete yet another course of study, and questioning my lack of ambition, desire or enthusiasm for anything.
Last night, it was suggested that the way to determine your purpose in life is to write a list of possible purposes, and when you happen across the one that makes you cry, you have found your purpose. Flaws in this theory include the poor person committing endless possibilities to paper until they sob in desperation at not seeming able to determine their purpose, thus committing themselves to something irrelevant. Another flaw (more in the person than the process) would be to list ideas that are not appealing and find yourself crying at the things that you don't want. But surely this is more down to spending too much time concentrating on what I don't want and what I don't want to be, until this becomes the sole focus of thought and ends up the outcome of existence.
So what do I want.