I’m not good at names, I struggle to remember someone’s name ten minutes after meeting them.
I imagine that the average supermarket will have tens, if not hundreds, of employees.
Since you’d only use a pronoun other than “you”, when talking about someone, not to them, I’ve already thrown up my hands in despair at the impossibility of remembering all those names, let alone what they want to be called when they’re not there. It’s so typical of this nonsense that the practicalities of policing how people talk about you, in an organisational setting where you might need to refer to dozens of people, is completely ignored in favour of dominance displays about pronouns. But of course, the pronouns are not really the point.
It’s forced teaming isn’t it? Once you coerce people into using going beyond simple courtesy, the next infringement is that much easier. It also automatically casts the pronoun-havers as victims; badges and such reinforce the idea that colleagues won’t behave with civility but must be educated into right think. Of course being in the position of trying to remember what pronoun goes with who is going to be annoying and will inevitably cause friction when people get it wrong. Thus will victim-hood (“they got my pronouns wrong”, wail the offenderati”), be confirmed and the next demand more readily acceded to.
Easy woke points for organisations who won’t pay a proper wage and normalising of identity politics in the mainstream. But probably not to the benefit of people who just want a job and a quiet life, no matter how they identify.