Don't get me wrong, as I tell these stories!  Most of the managers I have worked with over the years have been great guys and girls.  It's just the bad ones stick out in your mind.  Daniel is one of these.
I'd gone to work for a place that had a few problems.  When I got there the restrooms were a disaster because everyone there was too delicate to clean them.  I immediately grabbed what materials they had and scrubbed them down from top to bottom, impressing the wait staff and the boss.  I then went to work on the kitchen, but it was very hard for me to do anything because the cleaning equipment and chemicals would disappear as fast as we would get them in.  I complained about this to the boss.  "I'll take care of that!"  he answered.
He went out that day and bought a locker big enough to put all my cleaning equipment in, and, all my supplies, put this in an open corner, then in the next few days filled it with everything I needed.  Only the boss and I had a key and when I wasn't there he would issue the materials and make sure they were put back.
I came in one morning and found the locker door ripped off.  Someone had taken a pry bar and busted the hinges off to get into it!  Half my cleaning supplies were gone!
When the boss came in and I showed him, he was irate!  He tried to get a hold of Daniel but he wasn't home, but as soon as he walked in the door that afternoon the boss grabbed him and headed him over to the locker.
"How in the hell did this happen?"  he asked.  :"How could this be done without you knowing about it?"
"I knew all about it," Daniel answered, "I DID it!  The night crew needed the cleaning supplies and we didn't have a key, so I opened the damned thing!  We're not going to have a damned prima donna around here who hoards supplies!  I won't have it!"
"You won't HAVE it?"  the boss snapped, "I bought that locker. I put the supplies in it!  You don't tell me you're not going to have something around here!  Now this locker's unfixable.  It's going out by the trash bin.  I'm going to go get another one, and it's coming out of YOUR pay!  And if this one is broken into, you're through!  I don't care if the night crew are your drinking buddies, they're going to start being responsible or we're going to get people that are!"
"Well give me the key to the damn locker!"  Daniel insisted.
"NO!" the boss told him, "You're not responsible!  It will be empty every morning.  The night crew has their cleaning supplies.  If they can't keep track of them, or waste them, that's their problem!  Now get to work!  I'm not going to argue about this all day."
We got a new locker, and this was never a problem again.  But it was obvious Daniel and the night crew despised me.  What happened a couple of weeks later made them dislike me even more.
I had gotten the kitchen into really good shape.  Everybody that came in remarked on it. I came in one morning and it was a TOTAL DISASTER!
There was garbage all over the walls, and, counters.  It was obvious it had been deliberately thrown there.  When the boss came in I didn't even have to say anything, he took one look and went immediately to the phone.  This time Daniel was home.
"What happened here last night?"  the boss asked.
"Oh, the guys just had a little fun," Daniel answered, "they got a kick out of it how serious Gerald is about cleaning so they just gave him a little bit to do.  He can clean it up again!"
"You LET them make a mess like this ON PURPOSE?"  the boss screamed.
"It was just a food fight!"  Daniel answered. "They were just letting off steam."
"You call all those drunken bums and get them in here!"  the boss ordered, "and you get your butt in here yourself, and you clean up this mess on your OWN time or don't ANY of you bother to punch in this afternoon!  I want this place as clean as it was yesterday afternoon when Gerald left.  If it isn't by the time he leaves again, SOMEBODY'S going to be FIRED!"
Daniel and the night crew worked most of the day grumbling and complaining. One of them walked by me several times and muttered  "Asshole!"  'til I told him to watch his mouth.  Unquestionably my popularity with Daniel plummeted.  He barely spoke to me the rest of the time we worked together.  The next incident unendeared me to him even less.
I'm sure you remember the craze of live fish tanks in restaurants where you could select your dinner, had it scooped out and freshly cooked.  Well this restaurant decided to join the craze and had a large tank installed.  It was just about ready to be filled.   I happened to be in the diningroom and noticed a whole bunch of equipment still on the floor.
"Aren't you going to put this in?"  I asked the installer.