When you stop enjoying your work

Less than a week before the new season starts and I’m already fed up. My desk no longer exists, despite being told “No one asked you to clear you desk’, I moved a lot of my stuff out earlier this week. I popped in today to find my stuff in a box and someone else at my desk. At 59, too young to retire and too old to get a decent job. So the plan is to start looking for somewhere to live and work.