I still get a flash of panic when my boss's name pops up on my phone, even though I haven't worked there in two years. The severance paperwork is signed, the belongings are packed, and the accounts are scrubbed -- but the DREAD still lives in the fleshy part of my thumb when I see an unrecognized number. I second-guess every casual compliment; I'm constantly braced for the other shoe to drop. It's not over, not really.