Everything is relative
So you've spent the best years of your life studying to become a journalist or a politician or something important that involves suits and big words. Then one morning you wake and someone higher up the social ladder will ask you to maneuver yourself into an awkward position to hold a microphone. Of course you can't refuse! You might as well kill yourself at that point.
Dear sir who was hiding behind those chairs,
Everyone was focused on the sour looking lady, but don't fret I noticed you and I'm proud of you for doing that crappy job. I really hope I'll see you in ten years or so as a secretary of state or a badass journalist.
Best regards,
A girl who knows that in a couple of years she has to take on a lot of crappy jobs too to get somewhere in life