sir? ma'am?

we've just completed two saturdays of mental stimulation, physical challenge and renewed insights: otherwise known as sales motivation training. we enjoyed. we redefined boundaries. we exchanged ideas, we met challenges head-on, we debated the good, the bad and the ugly. we progressed, and mostly we simply relished each others company, as we tend to do anyhow.
but, every now and then, with a glance out the window into the magic forest at zeist, the old grade-school-classroom feeling returned: what are we doing inside? isn't it time for recess, teacher?
are we there yet?