Buried under student loan debt: One post-grad's story

Linda calls me up first thing in the morning just about every single day. She rings with such regularity, in fact, that I hardly need to set an alarm clock anymore. I'm usually too groggy to answer, but when I check my voicemail, I can picture the dimple-bursting smile on her face as she chirps away about all the wonderful opportunities I have today.

Bruce, he usually checks in just before noon to tell me about all the great new options that have recently become available to me -- another injection of optimism to brighten my day after lunch. And Robert, he's the most recent addition to the group. He's my mid-afternoon man, and although he's a bit more brusque and business-like than the others, I'm growing to count on him just the same.