by Norma Damashek/NumbersRunner
I’ve been working on a new informal series called WHAT SAN DIEGO DOESN’T NEED. Here’s the first installment, to be followed by short pieces on other things our city doesn’t need, like Newspaper? we don’t need no stinkin’ newspaper…no stinkin’ pensions…stinkin’ lawsuits…scandals…moral terpitude…and so on.
Today it’s audits.
My mother introduced me to audits when I was a child by way of specific instructions on how to deal with the outside world. It was the ordinary dose of Be careful crossing the street and Don’t talk to strangers — until one day she catapulted me into a grey zone of ‘little white lies’ with a new caveat: Honey, whenever anyone asks what daddy does for a living don’t say bookie. Say he’s an auditor…just say he does hotel audits. [Read more…]