Proof is in the Cheesecake

Today is my 31st birthday, and I amm still a magnet for bullies. For most people, this isn't a problem after the school years are over, but its common for those of us who are on the Autism spectrum. For me, it happens any time I encounter a click of women, and happens in spite of all the progress I've made in my social behavior.

 I've worked on listening to people and not dominating conversations, being more appreciative of others, politeness, and being less of an insufferable know-it-all... Those are personality flaws I know contributed to being disliked by virtually my entire highschool.

But let's face it: half the definition of my diagnosis is "Extreme difficulty with social situations." And here's the proof in the pudding, er, cheesecake:

I suspect they thought it was cornbread, because it had sliced unusually cleanly. I stepped away just long enough to collect plates and trays to serve it. If my boss figures out who did this, I'm sure it will be taken care of properly. He even mentioned "backstabbing" that needed to stop at a recent meeting, so I'm sure he knows more than me. Hopefully this is the last time I deal with this BS, but as anyone on the spectrum knows, it's only a matter of time before a new bully comes along. I shall be better prepared next time.