Nobody Else Is Going to Brag for You

I.

At half past five in the morning the parking lot of the Planet Fitness in Cedar Falls has two cars in it, and one of them belongs to Janae Ohrt. The other belongs to a colleague from her office. Until recently Janae’s mother came too.

Afterward there are the massage chairs, and this is the part worth watching. Janae sits down in one and starts working. She scrolls, she comments, she reads what people posted overnight and she answers them, because seven in the morning is when everybody else in Iowa picks up their phone for the first time.

She does not pick up hers when she wakes up. She gets out the door first, and does it later, sitting down, on purpose.

Then a shower and coffee five minutes away. Then the team meeting. Then paperwork, a listing appointment, photographs for the listing, showings, and a man at the office in the evening to walk through his packet. Home around seven, to a dinner her husband has already made.

He always makes it. Twenty-six years of marriage and he is, in her words, always the dinner guy. Her own assessment of her cooking is that she cannot multitask it; her children’s assessment is less generous and not printable. She cleans up after. He loves the cooking, so it isn’t a favor anybody is doing anybody.

She has been running some version of this day since she was nineteen. What is new is how much of it is no longer hers to carry.

II.

The job before all of this was at a hotel. She was nineteen and she was the fill-in manager, which sounds better than it is.

“Even if you’re the boss, you still get the shitty shifts,” she says. Nine to five, or three to eleven. Somebody calls in and you go in anyway. She hated it, and what she hated was the schedule.

Then she got pregnant with her middle son. She thought what she was feeling was Braxton Hicks and it was contractions. She was on bed rest at four months. He came five weeks early at six pounds twelve ounces, and he was fine, and she was home in two days, and everything was normal.

But before he arrived she had already decided something.

“I knew there was no way I was letting somebody else take care of him.”

So she started an in-home daycare, from a bed, at four months pregnant, with her mother and her mother-in-law doing the parts of it she physically could not do. She was not making enough at the hotel and she did not have enough children enrolled yet, so she took them around the clock.

It is worth sitting with the shape of that. The first business Janae Ohrt ever built, she built so that she would not have to hand her child to a stranger. Every good thing that has happened to her since has come out of that instinct, and so has the one thing standing in her way.

III.

On the eighth of July, Janae Ohrt became the broker of Century 21 Signature’s Cedar Falls office. It had gone official that morning. She mentioned it about four minutes into the conversation, in the gap after the small talk, and then moved straight on to something else.

Here is the year that got her there.

She ran the daycare for more than twenty years, and for a long stretch of them she ran real estate at the same time, which is a sentence people nod at without doing the arithmetic. Two businesses. One house. Other people’s children in it all day.

She joined Century 21 Signature in 2017. In all the daycare years she never once got past Ruby on the company’s awards chart.

Then she closed the daycare.

Last year was her first full year without it, and she hit Centurion for the first time. She is nearly there again as of this summer, and she is going for Double.

She works forty to fifty hours a week now. She wants it understood that this is the easy part.

“I ran an in-home daycare and did real estate. So this is like slow for me. I feel like I should be doing more.”

“It doesn’t feel like work.”

IV.

Here is how the letting go started, and it is smaller than you would want it to be.

A friend mentioned she had somebody come clean her house. Janae asked what that cost. Her own answer, before she heard the number, was already forming: I don’t think I can afford that. That seems crazy.

Then she remembered that her mother used to clean houses, and that her mother had not been paid very much to do it.

So she did the math a second time and found she could afford it. She hired someone. She did not tell her husband. For a while he went on believing she did all of it herself, and then she confessed.

What finally forced the issue was a graduation. Her kids’ senior year landed in the COVID season, when there was nothing to rent, so the party was at the house, which meant the yard and the house and the food and the whole of it, on top of the daycare, on top of the listings.

“All right,” she said. “I need help.”

Now: a cleaner twice a month, for the things she says she doesn’t see. Groceries by DoorDash, because the order that arrives at the door is the order you actually wrote down. “It saves us money even though we’re spending a little bit more money,” she says, and she is right, and there is a whole literature on that sentence.

And, since May, an assistant.

She remembers what it was before. Calling her mother from inside the daycare years and crying down the phone.

“I’m drowning. I feel like I’m drowning. I’m suffocating in my own house.”

She was running a daycare and a listing book out of the same address.

V.

She has a diagnosis for herself and it is better than most of the ones people pay for.

“As an entrepreneur, you kind of have a control issue.”

Call it a structural fact about the kind of person who starts things. The woman who would not hand over her infant is the same woman who would not hand over the paperwork, and for two decades that was an asset, because for two decades the business was small enough that she could hold all of it.

She hired a cleaner. Then a grocery service. Then, in May, an assistant. And in the first full year of having done all three, she hit the number she had never once hit in twenty years of working harder.

The growth came from subtracting.

VI.

This summer she took a nine-hundred-thousand-dollar listing. It is the largest she has ever had. It was privately owned, the owners were relocating, and she had to compete to win it. The agent she won it from sits in her own office.

The colleague congratulated her. Janae took the congratulations and then sat with the other half of it, which is that somebody lost the listing and probably needed it, and that if it had gone the other way she would have been happy for her.

In December an interview runs naming her one of the top trusted agents in Iowa. They found her by looking her up, reading her reviews, and calling to ask.

She is not comfortable telling you any of this. She said so, in the middle of saying it.

“It’s hard to brag about yourself. But in this business, if you don’t, nobody knows.”

“Because nobody else is going to brag for you. My husband can only say so much.”

What has changed in the last year is one sentence. She has been working with a coach every week, and the thing the coach got her to do was stop performing and start reporting.

There was an appointment recently where the wife had already made up her mind and the husband had not. The wife said so out loud: I just need you to convince my husband that you’re good. Janae looked at him and thought, I’m good, I don’t know what you want me to tell you. They went through her packet. He looked at his wife and said all right, let’s do this.

The sentence she has arrived at for that moment is plain.

“I’m not trying to impress you. These are the facts.”

She did not have it a year ago. She says so plainly, which is its own kind of evidence: the woman keeping score on herself is keeping an accurate one.

Her coach, Kris, has one observation about her that she repeats with something close to disbelief, because nobody had ever named it before. She can hold a conversation with you while five other conversations run underneath it, and come back to the first one without dropping the thread. He told her he doesn’t know anybody else who can do that.

Janae knows exactly where she got it. Twenty years of a house full of other people’s children, where every sentence you begin is one you will finish an hour later.

VII.

Some of her clients are children who went through her daycare and are now adults with mortgages. She has known them since before they could say their own names, and last year one of them sat at her table and signed for a house.

That is the longest referral pipeline in Iowa and nobody could have designed it on purpose.

Her last twenty clients have been good ones. She keeps count. They come from referrals now, or from people who Google her, which is a sentence she still finds slightly funny.

One recent client found her online, and then had a friend who is an agent look her up independently. The friend’s verdict came back: you’re going to match with her one hundred percent, go talk to her. By the time Janae arrived the client had already made up her mind. “I already like you,” she said. “My person likes you.”

She does fewer open houses than she used to. Open houses were how she built the thing. She does not need them the way she did.

VIII.

The thing she is still working on has nothing to do with listings.

Somebody says good morning in a flat voice and Janae spends the next hour taking it apart. She’s saying this like she hates me. Like I’m the problem. Like something is wrong.

The correction she has built for herself is four words long.

“I have to remind myself: it’s not that deep.”

And then the reasoning underneath it, which is the most generous sentence anyone said to me all summer: what happened to them this morning is not what happened to me this morning. They did not have the good phone call I had. Walk into it knowing that.

Her siblings are a firefighter, a youth minister and a man who went into the military. She sells houses. She and her mother were talking about it recently, and worked out that all four of them went into helping.

Family, faith, business, in that order. Asked whether last month’s calendar would agree with that ranking, she said yes without hedging, which almost nobody does.

Ask her what the business cost that never showed up on a profit and loss statement and she says time, and then corrects herself into something more precise: the years as well as the hours. Every transaction is different. You get the hiccup ones. You cannot buy the ones you have already survived.

“It’s ultimately your story, your home. Let’s just write the next chapter.”

IX.

There are two grandchildren, five and three, and a third who was due in August. A wedding in September. A son twenty-five and engaged and still playing college ball, who knows without being told when his mother is having a bad day. He texted her an hour before this interview.

Asked what she would do with a month if the business ran itself, she said she would take a few days. A month would make her crazy. The model is the trip they took to Door County when the first granddaughter was born: the beach, everybody jumping off the cliff into the water because that is the thing you do there, cards at night, a fire outside.

Asked what she would tell herself at eighteen, she did not pause.

“Keep your head up. You’re doing great. Keep doing you. Don’t stop believing in yourself.”

She has spent twenty-five years being the woman who could not hand anything off, and she was extraordinary at it. It built a daycare out of a bed rest. It built a book of business out of the children who grew up inside that daycare. It put her name on the door of an office in Cedar Falls.

The part she is still learning is the part she said out loud, sitting in her kitchen with new cabinets going in behind her: that nobody else is going to do it for her.

On that one point she is wrong, and this is the correction.

Janae Ohrt closed the business she built at nineteen, hired the help she spent two decades telling herself she could not afford, and in the first clean year on the other side of it, posted the best numbers of her life and took the broker’s chair. She did it in a market she calls cutthroat, in the same twenty-four hours everybody else gets, and she was in the gym at half past five the whole time.

Somebody had to say it.

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