People want their chips.
And we in the Ainsworth family are thankful that they do. Dave was just hired by Frito-Lay to assist in getting people their chips. Basically, he picks bags of chips from various shelves and puts them into boxes to be shipped to stores.
It's even more glamorous than it sounds, if that's even possible. He gets to wear steep-toed boots (although they more closely resemble early 90s all-black Reeboks than boots), listen to loud pop music, and walk for miles in a chip-filled warehouse. Sometimes the boss even brings in bologna sandwiches for everyone.
It's a pretty sweet deal.
Seriously though, it's a great job for this time in our lives as we prepare to welcome our little boy in April. It pays really well, and the schedule works well with Dave's existing job. We are very thankful for the Lord's provision of this job and pray that we will be good stewards of the extra income.
It has also been sweet to witness my husband serve me and our growing family by taking his role as provider very seriously. If you know my husband, you know that boxing chips is about as far away from his ideal job as it gets, which is why his love for his family and desire to serve us is that much more evident through his working this job. He has not grumbled or complained once about not being able to take any classes this semester and working 45+ hours per week. In fact, if anyone has complained, it has certainly been me. I have been spoiled our whole marriage with both of us having off of work every evening and weekend. It has been and will continue to be an adjustment not having him home as much, but I guess I really have no excuse now to not have the house ready for a baby!
For those of you interested, I'll be posting a picture of Dave in his "steel-toed boots" in the near future. Stay tuned.