It would not be fair to say they were in it for the money. And yet, MONEY (or shall I say EASE of making money) was what drew so many in.
It was, the gold rush that caused many young people to forsake college. Worse, to sacrifice those twenty-something years for a career that would be cruelly cut short by the housing/mortgage crisis, instead of one that would sustain them for the rest of their life.
Hopes and dreams left behind in the dust. They never saw it coming.
They are, sadly, the young people who landed in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Who, through no fault of their own, had a short term perspective. They knew nothing but the good times, and no one told them the biggest secret about being in business for yourself:
You never get too high on the hog. For every good run of business, there is a bad one lurking around the corner. It is a law of nature. It is the way things are. You learn or you burn.
But it doesn't make anything seem easier.
No one says "Mommy, when I grow up I want to be a MORTGAGE BROKER". No one goes to college to major in MORTGAGES. True mortgage geeks are few and far between. Those attracted to easy money? Just about every one of us.
Salesmanship was not required then. With so much fruit falling all around, those in the mortgage business didn't need to fertilize or cultivate the Mortgage Money Tree. Fruit fell everywhere.
Knowledge was not required then. New mortgage brokers were not trained, they were thrown to the wolves. They were told to get the loan. The bank rep would price it. The processors would close it. If something didn't make sense, go fumble around for answers. Everyone was too busy to help you, and yet, somehow, the loan closed. NEXT!
Those were the days when a sparkling personality and a real estate license meant a six figure income and driving a better car than your dad. It meant leaving work at 4 and partying into the night. It was a culture, it was a lifestyle, and it all went up in smoke.
Without perspective, many stayed in too long, choosing to believe there was a small storm passing over, instead of the tornado that would leave us devastated. They let their cars get repossessed. They couldn't pay their taxes, or their house payment. I watched in agony as they struggled way too long with false hopes fostered by the memory of easy money and fast times.
They were caught in the web, exactly like the homeowner that should never have bought real estate. Both ensnarled, both lacking perspective, both drawn into an irresistable web that sparkled like a money magnet and obscured sound judgement.
They are leaving now, and it is hard to watch them go. Their exuberance, their youth, their optimism was always an enormous spark for me. In spite of being younger than me, they helped me. They lobbied for me and they cheered for me. They wanted me to succeed. They embraced me in every sense of the word, and every step of the way.
Much to my amusement, they tried desperately to monitor their use of the F word in front of me (and always failed miserably). They patiently explained software and fixed my self imposed computer glitches (an unspoken obligation that their generation owes mine). They created excuse after excuse to celebrate anything and everything, and brought a spirit of fun and mischief into the office. Some days working in the office was more like living in a college dorm. But then, they were not that far removed from college days, were they?
I will miss them dearly.
They have scattered to new jobs, to live with their parents, and to figure out what will be next. Those of us left behind have, for the most part, been here before (have the perspective of other times like this) or we are the true money geeks that insanely believe the harder the business is, the more fascinating it becomes. We were more prepared. We were older. We came ready to work with our twenty something craziness left far behind.
Our newest mortgage broker is under 30. He has masters in economics from UC Berkeley, 7 years of mortgage experience under his belt, and is a true money geek if ever there was one. He could be described as way more focused than fun, drives a Toyota, and knows his stuff backwards and forwards. We have already embraced him as a kind of mortgage guru. His mind is like a steel trap.
He moved into the office next to mine that was vacated by a mortgage broker his same age. He had lost his Infiniti, lost his house (financed last year with a 100% loan), and finally moved back to Florida to live with his Mom. He stayed too long, and lost everything.
I couldn't help but think this was an appropriate changing of the guards. A very fitting comment on the future of our business, and a very sad statement about our past.
Written by Janet Guilbault, California Mortgage Expert Based Out of the San Francisco Bay Area.
Janet,
As always, your posts are well written and thought provoking. This rings so true, in more industries than one, but how poignant for a time such as this. Let's hope for beauty from ashes and those that got burning learning from the refiner's fire.
All the best,
Audrey