Let me tell you about my friend. Let's call him Marco because, well, that's his name and he gave me permission to roast him publicly. Marco called me one afternoon, voice dripping with existential dread. He'd been sending out CVs like confetti at a wedding, applying to companies in his new country where—get this—his qualifications were literally in high demand. We're talking about skills so sought-after that recruiters should have been fighting over him like shoppers on Black Friday. Instead? Rejection after rejection after soul-crushing rejection. He'd even hired not one, but TWO job agencies. You know, those people whose literal job description is "get people jobs." And what did one of them tell him? That he didn't have the right qualifications for their clients. I'm sorry, WHAT? So there we were, sitting over lunch—him picking sadly at his pasta, me wondering how someone could mess up a CV this badly—and I asked to see the infamous docume...