They weren't finger cymbals at all; they were Tibetan meditation cymbals or tingsha. At least it wasn't a session for walking over coals. Fads in employment-related workshops are ever-changing. I'll never forget being immured for all those days of TQM training. The facilitators really made the rebels suffer. One emerges from those having discovered new and unexpected affinities with some people and a confirmed loathing for others. In that respect, they are very much like jury duty.