When I first started writing résumés for people, I started with an architect. He gave me the most bizarre — I mean, idiosyncratic — résumé that I’d ever seen in my entire life, and so I applied my editorial skills for hours until it was a polished turd. He decided he didn’t like it, and he refused to pay. (I hadn’t yet learned to collect at least part of the fee in advance.) It’s now some 20 years later, I’ve…