And sorry but I'm not wearing jodhpurs, which I'd bake and boil in and would take ages to dry, because one woman who works for us who sounds like one person on this thread claims leggings don't look 'professional.'
We are not a profession. We are paid by the minute, we require no qualifications (yes some companies stipulate this; good luck with that as it's not the most sought-after role!) and leggings, trousers makes no difference (other in terms of cost and comfort.)
Here are the things you need to do my job well.
You need to be reliable. It's not like other jobs where you don't turn up and someone has to wait longer for their food or longer on the phone or has to wait until Monday. If we don't turn up, elderly and disabled people are left sitting in their own waste and urine, hungry and cold and unwashed. Our jokes aren't 9-5; it's easy thinking turning up is easy but actually we have to start at 6 in the morning and then might finish at 10 at night then up again the next day.
You have to think quickly. You have to decide whether to call a relative, an ambulance, work out what to do in weird situations like when someone's no clean bedding and no washing machine (put her on towels then take sheets home to own house in that case to wash) or when someone's hair is so matted you can't get a comb through as its gone into dreadlocks (we slathered in conditioner then wrapped her head in cling film then went back later and washed it.) Sometimes you have to deal with aggressive clients or even relatives.
You have to deal with dementia and that's always difficult - I've been punched and slapped and called names and I get that's not the lady's fault but it's still upsetting!
Death is the hardest and they're not all old. Sometimes though we go to funerals and there is barely anyone there but us. Not because they weren't loved but they outlived their loved ones 
But sometimes they aren't old and when you see children crying because their mum died it is hard.
OMG there are AMAZING parts to my job! When we washed and blow dried that lady's hair and she smiled for the first time in weeks, when you get a really sincere thanks - most of our lot are just lovely and when I don't feel like going out I see the first gentleman and he always shouts at me then smiles and says 'you, yeah you!' as he clocks who I am! It's amazing!
But I'm sorry, I work bloody long hours and for not much pay; I NEED comfort!!