Ok. It's Day One in your new job. You have a brand new sparkling office. Your desk is quite big and posh. Everyone is really Polite to you as you are the New Boy. They tell you where the coffee machine is and where the loos are.
Then they leave you alone in your Posh Office.
There is a silence. You stare out of the window. It is rather a Nice View.
Suddenly you get an overpowering feeling to dance. Excitement fills your bones. You stand up. And Boogie. For Quite A Long Time. I've Got The Jo-ob! I've Got The Jo-ob!
This is my rather fond view of Barack Obama this morning. Dancing for pure joy in that Oval Office. Doing a quick high five to the portraits round the wall. Shouting out of the window, 'I've Got The Jo-ob!'
But I think it was probably a little different.
Bet he was shattered.
Bet he was a little over-awed by that view.
Bet he longed for a coffee but didn't like to ask.
Bet he needed the loo but held on.
Bet he couldn't eat all his breakfast.
Bet he pretended to be Confident and President-like.
Bet he felt sick.
Good luck, Mr President.
You are going to do Just Fine.
You have to. We are all counting on you.