I was 15 when I landed my job at Toys R Us. So I became one of Toys R Us’s checkout chicks, dressed in a blue polo shirt, black pants, a lanyard and my school shoes. Vomit and urine in aisles weren’t uncommon sights – though it was the floor staff’s job to deal with the clean-up. As a burgeoning feminist, my least favourite part of the job was the gendered language entrenched in the industry. Soon after, Toys R Us Australia entered administration and all stores closed the same year.