What's your major/career?

They try to middle-man every single ordeal and it's completely pointless. If I have to call in sick, then I have to call them so that they can call my boss (who lives 2 apartments over from me), except they only make calls during their business hours and I'm on the clock before they are so by the time it reaches my boss's ears I'd already be an hour late.

When we originally started working for them, we had to go through this whole dog-and-pony show which pretty much had us re-applying for the jobs we currently held. The amount of paperwork was incredible. Not only was there the pile that the community gives employees to sign (which mainly consists of nondisclosure and liability agreements), but there were two more stacks. One was the agency's own paperwork that was pretty much 25 pages of rules and regulations that were vague enough to fit any workplace and said "Do these things so you don't give us a bad name", and the other was a bunch of medical-based forms.

The medical forms were strange at first because it was just a bunch of papers that we had to sign in order to get various shots and immunities (tuberculosis, hepatitis B, etc.), but there was this one really weird page that outlined "workplace dangers". It said

>If you see a red can, that can is full of blood.
>If you see a red bag, that bag is full of blood.
>If you see a yellow bag, that bag is full of chemo stuff.
>If you see a blue bag, that bag is full of laundry.
>If you hear "Code Orange" over the PA system, that means there's a fire. Clear all hallways and exits.
>If you hear "Code Red" over the PA system, that means something involving someone's heart. Clear all hallways and exits.
>If you hear "Code Blue" over the PA system, that means someone's dying. Clear all hallways and exits.
>If you hear "Code Pink" over the PA system, that means someone's abducting a baby. Block all hallways and exits.

This was all a bit strange because we work in private residences and there isn't a single PA system outside of the clubhouse (not to mention all of the residents are retired elderly people so there are no babies to abduct). Turns out that entire third stack, which made me consent to getting TB and hep B shots, was for hospital employees. The agency figured that since we worked around old people, we'd need to live in fear of airborne diseases and coming into contact with large quantities of unprotected blood. Naturally, this proved that they have no idea what they're doing.