I’ve been that way since 1980, when I went to work in uniform for New York State’s Department of Correctional Services. You sure as hell couldn’t believe the convicts, and you never believed your supervisors, prison administrators, or the departmental assholes in Albany who mostly never worked a day in a prison in their lives, and whose jobs were political appointments. You had to rely on your fellow officers to have your back, but you had to be careful who you trusted to do that. You learned never to believe anything unless you saw it with your own eyes, and that the only stupid question was the one you didn’t ask.
Sounds like my experience working for a Big 6 firm in the 1990s...
No name publicly nor privately but they’re still around today