Another Job?

"She liked it? Cool. The other one? I sent it last night. You didn't get it? What the fuck? Not again! I used a land-line from the goddamn hotel with the secret gizmo connected. You didn't get it? Aw, for crying out loud. I'm at Starbucks in Cheyenne. Yes, Wyoming! I'm trying to talk gay famous people into having sex with me. No, I'm not. Look, do I have to go to Vancouver to sent a goddamn e-mail? This secret republican shit is getting old. Well, I'll just send it over the Wi-Fi, so every spyin' cowboy can read it first. How are the polls looking? Don't ask me where I hid the plane! Who the fuck am I talking to, anyway? Y'all sound the same on this shitty phone."