One of my early jobs as a software developer was in a firm run by some middle-aged Mormons. At the time I had hair down to my ass and my work uniform consisted of black T-shirt, black jeans and black lizard-skin cowboy boots. To say there were cultural differences would be understating it. Also, they had high expectations regarding performance. But they were, in my experience, completely ethical and treated me fairly. I'm not in any way religious but I despise liars and game-players, so I thrived in that firm, and never mind their funny underwear. They did encourage me to buy a suit, which I wore for important customer meetings, but I'd still wear the roach-stompers.

Later, our division of the firm was acquired, and it ended up being managed by a bunch of sleazebag hypertensive corporate weasels. They looted our pension fund. The Saints were forced into early retirement. I was working abroad when all that happened, but when I came back to the US, I quickly left.