A quotidian post meridian poem

Pieces and things to buy and send back on my desk -
some rollers, some cables and glasses with defects.
And then come the shipments to sundry locations.
The generation of bills for lading purposes,
the calling of a carrier for loading purposes.
Searching spreadsheets and creating new queries -
watching the mythical "flow" and hatching theories.
Oh, the task list is growing by the minute and second.
Follow up, you're authorized to return a thing;
comparison of stocking, does it mean anything?