This place super duper blows. You have to wear gay uniforms even though their is hardly any interaction with the public. The maintenance people get paid more to cut the grass than the csrs who actually deal with the customers. Every one has to put on a fake smile and keep a low profile. You need prozac and xanax most days to keep from slitting your wrists off hours. The trainor puts more effort into getting the owners dogs groomed, getting flowers for the front desk, and baby sitting than actually training. As far as interacting with the owner, you have a better chance catching him outside his office at the local strip club than at the castle of horrors. Last but not least, the decor of this place is disgusting. It looks like someone threw up all over the walls and floor. If you think money is spent wisely here, then check out the bath rooms. I’ve never seen such bad taste and junk in my life. I could go on and on and on but I think you get my drift.