All of the jobs I've ever had:
Retail, retail... computer maintenance/networker and sign artist, retail, home improvement/remodeling, and... retail. The latter two I'm still doing.
I don't consider any of them particularly manly. If I'm pulling apart disgusting plumbing drainage in a home remodel, I don't go in there all gung-ho, I'm wearing rubber gloves and taking my time to make sure I don't get all gross, germy, and grimy. It's not only cleaner, it's safer. And I'm always nagging the guy I work with to do the same, which he usually does. He frequently calls me "Melissa" which is his youngest daughter's name, just because I remind him of her so much in personality, and he thinks it'll get on my nerves because he doesn't know I'm trans. Although he says he thinks something is off with me, he's keeping out of it and I like it that way for now. Granted at our current amount of work, I only see him once or twice a week anyhow. Mainly it's the crappy retail job.
WALL OF TEXT AHHH.