I didn't, but if I was gonna it would have been today. I briefly considered it, just that fantasy kind of thing. It was a $hitty day at work, the kind that used to send me off to the liquor store for extra booze. I just reached a point of anger and frustration where part of me briefly said "F**K IT!" and didn't care any more.
Of course, it doesn't take my higher brain long to talk my lower brain down off the ledge.
It's a rational conversation/ process:
I should walk out of this (^&*% job!
Okay, genius- walk out. Whatcha gonna do for money? Will the next job better?
Er, okay I won't quit. But I'm gonna get drunk!
Fine, get drunk stupid. Then you'll be angry and hung over too.
No, I never came very close to slipping. Just noticing that days like this were the ones where I generally gave myself permission to take the kid gloves off and drink until I passed out.