Confessions of a Box Office Manager: a terrible case of mistaken identity

WhatsOnStage.com: Well, there's no turning back now, I'm afraid. I've made my metaphorical bed and I'm going to have to lie in it. My box office colleagues are no help whatsoever, one having got wind of what's going on - and subsequently barricaded himself in the back office from whence I can hear him howling, gasping for breath and moaning "Oh God, this is classic" - while the other is bent double underneath her desk, silently laughing so hard that she is in danger of gagging into the waste paper bin at any moment.