Colleague from Hell

Once I read in BBC learning English the story about colleagues from hell. I thought that wasn’t about me ( I thought this could never happen to me). I haven’t colleagues from hell before in our beauty salon come the new hairdresser (We never had a "colleague from hell" before in our beauty salon until the day a new hairdresser started) . She ruined whole our life (she ruined our whole lives). We call her green evil, because her hair dyed in green color (because her hair is dyed a green color). Our salon is for respectable clients and green hair is little strange here. But it is not very important, maybe we need some creative. (maybe we need someone with such creativity/maybe we need such creativity)
She invites few clients in same time. (she books clients for the same time) They crow in hall (they cause havoc in the hall), speak loud, put everywhere cups with tea and coffee. We can’t hear our clients and speak with them (we cant hear our clients speak). She hung on (she hung on the walls) walls a lot of her diplomas and magazine clippings. Each of us got many diplomas, but we hung only must important or new (each of us have diplomas but we only hung the most important for our clients to see). Our light white hall became like сlouse and stuffy. And she makes many acts than contracting of professional ethics. (she acts outside of our professional code of conduct)
I have my own room, but, when I had a free minute, I liked to go out in hall (I liked to go out in the hall). If somebody was free too, we could drink a cup of coffee and chat about family or something else. Sometimes we asked for advice about work and invented new project (created new projects/discussed new projects). Now I don’t go out. After work I don’t stay in work no one minutes, I run to home instantly. (I run straight home)

Colleague from Hell

There was once when I read in BBC Learning English a story about colleagues from hell. I thought that would never happen to me. I did not have colleagues from hell in our beauty salon before a new hairdresser came. the new hairdresser. She ruined our lives. We call her Green Evil, because her hair was dyed green. Our salon is for respectable clients and a hairdresser with green hair is out of place is little strange here. But However, we thought it was not very important, as we may need some creativity.

She invites a few clients to the salon at the same time. They crowd around the hall, speak loudly and leave their cups of tea and coffee everywhere. We can’t hear our clients and speak to them. She hangs a lot of her diplomas and magazine clippings on the walls. Each of us got has many diplomas, but we only hang the most important or newest ones. Our spacious white hall has become like cluttered and stuffy. Besides that, she does not conduct herself professionally and ethically.

I have my own room, but, when I had a free minute, and I used to go out to the hall when I am free. If another colleague was free too, we would drink a cup of coffee and chat about our families or something else. Sometimes we asked for would ask each other for advice about work and invented brainstorm about new projects. Now I don’t go out. After work, I don’t stay any longer in the workplace. I run home instantly.

Hi Olga, 

I hope everything will turn out well for you. This situation of yours reminds me that some people study hard to earn the credentials necessary for a job but do not have the same level of modesty to go along with it. Hang on.

Cheers, 
Lance

The Colleague from Hell

Once I read* in "BBC Learning English" the story about colleagues from hell. I thought that wasn’t about me; I had no colleagues from hell. Then the new hairdresser came into our beauty salon and ruined our whole life. We call her "green evil", because her hair is dyed green. Our salon is for respectable clients and green hair is a little strange here. But that is unimportant, maybe we need something creative.
She invites a few clients in at the same time. They crow in the hall, speak loud, put everywhere cups with tea and coffee. We can’t hear our clients or speak with them. She hung on the walls a lot of her diplomas and magazine clippings. Each of us has many diplomas, but we hung only the most important or new. Our bright white hall has become сlose and stuffy. And she does many things that contravene professional ethics.
I had my own room, but, when I had a free minute, I liked to go out in the hall. If somebody was free too, we could drink a cup of coffee and chat about family or something else. Sometimes we asked for advice about work and invented a new project. Now I don’t go out. After work I don’t stay in work one minute longer. I run home instantly.

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Very well written!